on this doomed dark day

you lead a lush life

lashing out at me in your Jaguar

my voice muffled by all of your kind

I’m out

I can’t contain it any longer

rejection by the whole world

is equal to the worst achievable score

on this road to hell

or some other dark place;

when I leave these grounds

there will be nothing to find

among my ashes scattered in the vicinity

of blindness and infertility

as it is on this land

full of dark tarmac

and bright snow

which makes it synonymous with grey monotony

reinforced with dough

everybody wants it, why not?

will you be better then?

when you have everything you need

or rather what you can buy

from the perspective of your Jaguar’s distorted eye

***

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