November, 15th, 2023
Hopped on the bus
Saw a short man standing in the aisle
counting aloud the ailments from which he suffered:
Arthritis
Insomnia
Diabetes
Scoliosis
We could barely look at him since shame was all over —
Brasilia.
A city of kings and slaves! The capital of discontent,
encapsulated in the District of the discontented
for there are no big aspirations, and misery strikes as ordinary.
An imaginary order engulfs the minds of imaginary selves
whose self-absorbed souls can only seek comfort and pleasure.
I am sick and tired of this place, of the sight of fake faces;
Sick and tired of hopping on and off buses, getting knowhere
but Hell!
Will we ever make it right? Or should we be content and just —
WITHER AND DIE.
