Join the tattooed urban tribes!

Share the Maoris’ drumming vibes.
Fire brand your love onto your heart.
Show that holy stigmata don't hurt.
Place *** at the apex.
Chisel deep into your flesh
What is cash and what is trash.

Set your body apart as a work of art.
Don’t be a naked human monkey.
Don't let anyone know you're funky.
Turn your taboos into tattoos.

But at night, take off your shoes
and put to sleep your tattoos.
Then sink under your skin
and meet yourself behind the scene.

Perhaps, you’ll see tattoo
as nothing new
(I’m afraid)
than the old skin trade.

Hope, this Covid Crisis will end soon.
So that, we can go back to

dying as usual:

Because of Pollution
Because of Climate change
Because of Wars
Because of Exploitation
Because of Poverty
Because of Drowning while migrating
Because of Cancer
Because of Car accidents
Because of Shootings from rooftops
Because of Being born

Because of Hypocrisy.

Nothing to show off
Nothing to expect
Nothing to regret
Nothing to believe in
Nothing to revenge
Nothing to forgive
Nothing to remember
Nothing to forget
Nothing to teach

Everything to learn.

Almighty Algorithm!
All obeys by your mathematical rhythm
Like you win, dislike, try again!
Yeald your profile and soul
to the sacred server and be saved
as a digital Avatar or holy hologram.

Our lady Alexa of the Cyber Market
protect us, humble consumers,
from evil fake news and tell us:
who wrote this music
who set the Rhythm
who compiled the Matrix.

Lost in a fractal!
Where's the exit?
Who closed the entrance?
Shall we soar like Icarus again?

Cryonics! Wake up and die,
There is no messiah!

Magic Mobile in my hand,
Who is the wonder of the Web?
Who's so special in the social?
Who should I follow?
Who should I love?
Who should I leave?

Swipe, here’s an archetype,
Swipe, that’s a stereotype,
Swipe, a melody pipe,
Swipe, the vibe of the tribe,
Swipe, don’t wait, subscribe.

Magic mobile in my hand,
Turn me into a pixel ray,
Let me through the display,
Into an ocean of emotion without delay,
Don’t wanna think I wanna play.

I would like to be a ball
so I wouldn’t have angles.
I would like to spin around the sun
in a continuous Revolution.
I would like to roll on the meadows
without being kicked to score my goals.
I would like to be Beast
so that I could take Bella to the ball
I would like to squeeze the universe into a bowling ball
And strike with it a new beginning.

Merry Christmas to Fitness
But mostly to Sickness.
Merry Christmas to Business
But mostly to Holiness.
Merry Christmas to Joyfulness
But mostly to Loneliness.
Merry Christmas to misses
But also to every mistress.
Merry Christmas to everyone who is religious
But also to those who are superstitious.
Merry Christmas to impulsiveness
But mostly to wiseness.
Thus, Best Wishes for All: I have plentiful.

Only wonder if the etymology might be
'Mary kiss my ... '
Surely not! Forgive my Rudeness!

And so Merry Christmas to Rudeness
But mostly to Forgiveness.