On the road from tipsy to drunk, I am
In good company, I mean; all alone
An anonymous ****** liked my poem
Without even reading it though

Say something smart
I will feel you
Do that from the heart
I will believe you

My very own disappointments
Sorrows and the open wounds,
That poor timid confidence,
All mine. All mine and doomed

listen to me, and listen good
you won’t hear it elsewhere
this is to make you reassured
a gruff sound from over there

take a sip of your cold, creamy beer
don’t brag though, just be aware
you could’ve been born around here
and i could’ve been born over there

your story then would be mine
it is as simple and cruel as that
get the irony in this harsh design
after all geography is pure kismet

different colors in passports
refer to different statuses
till we find better transports
it is bound to embarrass us

i’m burgundy you are navy blue
can you feel how unequal we are
i can only hope without a single clue
this reality will be tomorrow’s memoir

it didn’t have to be this way though
if it wasn’t for the chosen ones
we’re the puppets, it’s their show
dance already, you heard the drums

At once, without any hesitation
I took all the broken promises
Back to the owners for negotiation
Should’ve seen the look on their faces

I am ready for a new relation
As long as it’s away from me

Sixty-four thousand eight hundred US Dollars
Is the GDP per capita in the strongest country
A fair distribution among white and blue collars
Still attracts neither government, nor gentry

Don’t you as well wonder why
The rich is hungrier than the poor
Compared to a thief stealing to get by
A wall street big shot is more deceitful

Take all the politicians for instance,
They are so-called leaders, right?
Take a step back and look from distance
You’ll see that their leashes are so tight

One more lousy time sweetheart
The Elite will kick both our *****
For the chosen ones the fine arts
Look much worthier than the masses

Science, technology
Knowledge, industry
All rapidly blossom
Awesome

Friendship, happiness,
Prosperity, peace,
All slowly perish
Hellish

Why employees’ elbow grease
Is being abused with an increase

Labor is value, labor is sweat
Labor is the workers’ bayonet