Why don't they just leave the world still

why do they shake it like a honeycomb,
why don't they let it rest a little,
I'm so tired of not finding in that
corner the old video store where I
rented every week the same movies: Predator, Rocky,
Terminator, The Great White Dragon,
and I don't give a damn if they are or are not
on Netflix, I had a life before the Internet.
I had, for example, another thing that I
also can't find, a red bike with a black
mudguard, that would stop only when I
put my ankle in the spokes, where is my bike.
And the video game store on 8th and 51st,
now there is a shoe store I think, but who
thinks that a shoe can make us
happier than Pacman or Mario. And I better not even talk about Bronco, my spinning top
that won a thousand ice creams there in the neighborhood
of Ramos, where my skill was an
honorary doctorate. I don't even have to ask
about my old lady, who does my homework
because I don't even know how to write my name. Where
is my old lady? But what's wrong with God?
The rain. The Casio watch that an uncle forgot
in the cutlery drawer. Why do they shake
the world as if it were a drink.
Why don't we stay still for a while.