My room
You are
habituated to my room
Why only for you
it is for me as well
Why do rooms
socialize with us
No we socialize
with the rooms
We are all
room dwellers
Within the room we all
get air
Lying sinked
crawl and play
Within the room
lives a water pot
a stove that serves food
a lot of papers
see there a lizard on the room corner
Danger says
the pointing finger
flying man
monkey man flying man
showing big tits
the big princess
stonewalls
beneath the limestones
we are fashionable cavemen
With the pen of bone
we are stonemen
roaming around
With this the old stories with which
we fool us
We are intelligent
sowing seeds on paper
and ploughing intellectuals
For revolution
we are the middle class
that wait and yawn
With bravery
lifting our chests
we are the intelligent pigs
scratching our backs
First let us abolish
our intelligence
and stand naked
on the the waving water-shore
You are
habituated to my room
Why only for you
it is for me as well
Why do rooms
socialize with us
No we socialize
with the rooms
We are all
room dwellers
Within the room we all
get air
Lying sinked
crawl and play
Within the room
lives a water pot
a stove that serves food
a lot of papers
see there a lizard on the room corner
Danger says
the pointing finger
flying man
monkey man flying man
showing big tits
the big princess
stonewalls
beneath the limestones
we are fashionable cavemen
With the pen of bone
we are stonemen
roaming around
With this the old stories with which
we fool us
We are intelligent
sowing seeds on paper
and ploughing intellectuals
For revolution
we are the middle class
that wait and yawn
With bravery
lifting our chests
we are the intelligent pigs
scratching our backs
First let us abolish
our intelligence
and stand naked
on the the waving water-shore
In my room, am i alone? in crowd am i not alone? The way poet describes he is not only describing his room he is describing his world and surrounded by foolish people
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