They say:
"Get a different style every day".
They want you to become
a mannequin of the year.
They want you
to become one of them.
More they recruit, less sad they will feel
being mannequins.
More people join them,
better excuse they will have.

Don't listen to them,
it's mannequin talk,
it's a sad, fake life mannequin way.

Listen
to yourself.
Don't change.

It's supposed to be joyful tune,
why then it sounds so sad?
No happiness in it,
more like a funeral march.

Look at the bride,
she is so upset, so down.
Oh my God! She's crying!
Does anyone here know why?

Look at her husband-to-be,
his eyes and his whole face, so dim,
something is wrong
with him.

Something beautiful  should begin
with tying the knot.
But there's nothing to start,
more likely to stop.  

The bride was about to make
a great escape, run away.
But her man was faster than her.
And the vicar was faster then her man.

It's supposed to be joyful tune,
why then it sounds so sad?
No happiness in it,
more like a funeral march.

Francis is calling from Nigeria. Hi Francis.
Welcome to the show, thanks for getting in touch.
I've never been to Nigeria, but I've heard that
it's a beautiful country.
Yes, but...
Have you got
a safari in Nigeria?
Yes but a bit different...
That's cool! I'd love to see that! Francis, what are your
plans for tonight?
We are going to...
Let me guess -
to the party. That's awesome! Have a good time,
enjoy! You are young and free!
No we are going to
the local village, to bury bodies of few men,
they were killed...
Killed? Oh my God that's terrible,
tell us more! Were they killed by wild animals?
No, by...
Hello? Francis? Are you still there?
We've lost our listener, unfortunately. What a shame.

They call me
a man,
a poet, a tree,
a river, a flower, a bird,
a stone. Rain
and sun.
But none of these names
is mine.

My name is Noname.
I was named after nothing
and no one.

Many times I wanted to face my demons,
but they never really wanted me to face them,
saying they are too busy or feel sick,
or finding an excuse and putting it off.
I always understood their decisions, letting them
live unfaced.

I suffered from the pain of their disruptive existance,
as I believed they are stronger than me and pigeon-hole me all the time.
I accepted their supremacy without a word of protest.

Within time I became sure that they avoid my presence
and that they actually have no power over my mind,
that there’s something wrong with them,
as they seemed to struggle to cope with me.
And that it's me who they are scared of, not the opposite.
They simply lived scary lives under the brave name:
not even demons - just a bunch of cowards.
Since I had realised that, I have never heard from them again.
They vanished and so did my fright and pain.

*** on the moon,
that would be fun,
sweet *** with you
on the yellow couch,
in a slow motion,
with a low gravity.
Without witnesses
and peeping eyes
of people and gods.
No hassle, no rush,
no stress, no worrying
about world outside,
but your eyes, your lips, you *******
and your arrow of light.

*** on the moon,
free of accusations
of sinful deeds,
free of observation.
Not tricked into religion
and society.
Not driven by money
and selfishness.
Not reduced to copulation,
not filmed by **** camera,
not watched by Big Brother,
not registered on CCTV,
not overheard by neighbours
or passerbyes,
superintimate moment
in an endless time.

You call me unhappy, but I'm happier than you,
my wallet is thicker than yours, therefore my smile
is wider.
I don't mind selling my body, we all are ****** in a way,
it just depends on what we do and how long it takes.
I couldn't be happier. No, it doesn't sound wrong.
Which God tells you that? Who taught you to judge?
And why you listen to someone else,
why you don't listen to yourself?

Are you a saint amongst the sinners? No,
You are a sinner, and I am a *****. And therefore
you are a ***** too. We are on the same boat,
going to an unknown land, where no one knows what awaits
and who will score the prize and who not.
The boat is sinking, God has forgotten about us all.
And no one knows how far is the shore.

Soon you'll come to me and ask for a job.