A poem about a frustrated part of the self, which is drowning in the universe.
|This will get lost in space.
Space that is in the universe.
Music above has a pace,
which will never really disperse.
For I downloaded it to my comp.
My mind is swimming in a swamp
of liqour tonight, oh my dear boy.
You pass judgments, like I'm a toy.
Not a person, just one in seven billion.
Fuck me, right?
I am a cocksucking retarded gazillion!
So, kick me in a fight!
Of verbal words, written on here,
where you can hide behind a screen,
comfortable, nothing for you to hear,
knowing by me, you will never be seen.
To you, I am just but a shadow.
Nobody, nothing, very narrow.
But I tell you, boy, I am floating
just like you, in this boating
that we, again, call "universe",
like one single, unique verse
that carries, oh, so many others,
as if we, all of us, were brothers.