What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

 

 

Your Clothes Smelt Fire

 

 

 

The prison of reason lies at our feet,

Here everything is in neon,

Sex brings money,

Love brings depression,

In order to thrive the city shuns love,

Everyone has his own sex toy,

Let’s bestow the worst of all crises on them,

Let’s make prisoners feel unhappy,

In concrete aquariums people breathe in,

In smoky graves they breathe out,

The best deal for the wages of sin,

It’s the best place to live and later to die,

From a stupid and desperate death,

Death has already arrived,

It is on the guest list,

Now it’s waiting down,

Their heads are in plastic bags,

The connotation of the greatest depression,

One night they stopped to look at the stars,

Since then they’ve been looking at cellulite,

Consuming, devouring anything,

That happens to be at discount,

Be primitive,

It’s the headline of this exhibition,

Under our feet the world goes on,

It makes  careers and kids,

Pesticides, pets and shouting parents,

It goes on taking divorces,

It goes on burying trees,

And dancing exhausting tangos,

It suffers from panic attacks,

At night it looks for adventures,

 Indiana Jones chased the chest,

The world chases the G- spot,

Mistaking it for the up button,

Cheating on its intentions,

Under our feet the world goes on,

It loves in confined spaces,

It presses the button to go up,

Doing everything or nothing,

For years it gets stuck in elevators,

They don’t have the right to hope,

Because they will happily crawl,

Without me  being among them,

It’s the reason,

You can’t  forgive them,

Somewhere in our past,

We planned to kill them all,

They loved to buy porn,

They were taught ‘never change a dealer’,

We wanted no intruder,

Sneaking between you and me,

No spoiler with a disgustingly bloated face,

Would be allowed in our thriller,

Their everything was short,

They fantasized millions,

Nourishing high expectations,

Of their half and dead worms,

With rubber pinup like feces faces,

They paid money to take a part in a game,

They badly needed authentic emotions,

It was their reason to come,

To watch our tears and pain,

They didn’t have their own,

Because for a long time,

They’ve been affording only abortions.