a broken refugee boat appears
like a ghost
on the tired sleepless eyelids
jolting and rolling
toward the ever-narrowing harbor
of humanity
toward the shore
where lights die out
one after another

with every step
the pretentious
new shoes
jeer
at the memory
of
the old

A bundle of bills
could buy
a flattering
smile
not long ago

Now
a bundle of bills
can buy
more than
one flattering
smile

rushing up through the feet
a steady flow of fresh vitality
coming from Mother Earth
eventually pushes out of the body
the stagnant air
-- stale, insipid, musty, mildewy, and stinking
that has accumulated overnight
no, over the entire life

look
in the melodious music
bright smiles are blooming
one after another
on the faces of the dancers
who are getting younger
and younger
with every poetic move

as torrents of water
roll and crush
and the sky
stiffens its dark face
the narrow-minded dam knows
it's time to shut its gate

behind the flood
there will be gushing waves
of human tears

seeing the industrious, restless robots
take away their jobs
smart human beings
finally come up with a smart plan

working from 9 to 9
including Saturdays
(this is only a beginning)

see who is more robotic

suffering from homesickness
he returns to his homeland
returning to his homeland
he suffers from homesickness

there’s nothing he can do about it
there’s nothing he can do about it