but we think it's worth everything,
we also think we're important,
that we'll earn our daily bread today,
we write poems, we show off the cranes
that lift the pavement, and we complain,
all the time, all day long,
our politicians, whether they're called ministers, president, monarch, pharaoh,
have been laughing their heads off for thousands of years,
in history textbooks we're plebeians, slaves, peasants, middle class, poor, vulgar, the rabble, however they beat us up with Roman soldiers, Macedonian soldiers, Chinese, Muslim, Egyptian, Argentinian, they milk our guts and piss on us laughing. But we love, we put on lipstick, we go for a run, we look at the expiration date on the back of the bottles. A heavy rain knocks out three
lights and the city is left in darkness,
with nothing at all. And we're left with the
phone in our hands. We look out onto the balcony and see other faces looking at us, and we all look at the dark city, believing the darkness is important.
The moon has a beer belly that threatens to collapse.