private little play

I opened my own theatre

starring me

supported by beige walls

it requires no audience

just a few pieces of furniture and lamps

they will never answer wrong

to all that I would like to serve them

my own concerns and conflicts

with the other side of society

on the other side of the window

I can scream, I can swear, I can sweat

everything is patiently listened to

within this headquarters

no one is angry, no one’s fault

there is only a small flaw

in this well-knit committee

there is no other brain here than mine

so sometimes

there is no distance to all this

production at costs known only to me

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