Wake up my friend

I don't need the perfect words
for poetry to write
I use it my friend
for you to wake up

In a golden palace
live bunch of pigs
They drink, eat and laugh
until they get sick

I think your shoes
are eaten by mouse
Modern artist has painted
the walls of your house

You work all day
Have you deserved
that the wind blows
through the broken windows
while the bastards sleep
on the brilliant pillows

Wake up my friend
Lift up your spine
Press delete on weak
It's time to fight

Time of sheep

Woman, man and a child

fought for their rights

Then came a new time

nothing more can be done

Dictators and the gods

took all our pride

It became very cheap

to turn a human into sheep

Ann wanted to write

Ann wanted to write

Something very great

She took Bill's advice

And started to meditate

The feeling was pleasant

But it wasn't just her brain

Like a bottle of vodka

That passed through

Russian hands

Pages of paper

Also achieved emptiness

Then she took Jill's advice

Borrowed the Book of secret success

Her notebook became empty

For one row less

She left home shouting

I am for nothing

Nobody can help

When she came out on the street

Old pretty lady threatened to beat

One young couple that was not discrete

On the next corner the noise repeated itself

Two men couldn't agree

Whose parking place it is

When she returned

Her head was ready to burn

But from her hand

She couldn't drop the pen

Please stop pretending

Please stop pretending

That you are not a racist

And stop accusing me

For being a Satanist

Your hatred is so immense

That it expands

Beyond the borders

Of the Universe

You like his skin

But yours is always better

You respect his religion

But your God is greater

Please stop lying

Because of your faith

The children are crying

And you don't give a damn

In the name of God

You justify a murder

For offending your religion

You are calling me a monster

Please stop pretending

Please stop lying

You prefer hating

Over the loving

Lost people

Most of the people

Are afraid of themselves

They hide in a hug of society

Wanting to avoid dialog

Inside their souls

They accomplish everything

The society has dreamed of

Soon they realize

Houses, cars and money

Are not someone

With whom to talk

When they become aware

That happiness is another way

Years are lost

They feel like a ghost

In a haunted place

They want to turn around

Follow the right path

But listen how

They complain instead

Under the artificial color

I have many grays

Catching dreams

Is for youngsters

I will just be waiting

For death

What I want to say

To that pathetic excuser

You are making me mad

Even if you were

One hundred years old

To meet the end

You could wait

Until one hundred and ten

To throw ten years

In the garbage bin

Certainly it is a sin

Fools trying to steal an idea

With first string of light

I receive an idea

All duration of bright

I feel so ready for flight

Then come those fools

Twitching my bravery

Pulling my positivity

Stealing my tranquility

Listen to me now dummies

I do not enter into your stinky hole

I am a dragon

And not a mole

Find someone else to bother

You need a faint heart

That worm is a good example

He is still wearing pampers

To my favorite poet

In every room you enter

Every bottle of wine dies

You open many doors

Only the yours you can not find

Although you are more than great

You should call yourself a misery

If you were my lawful husband

I would throw you into piggery

It is confusing how you manage

In that state of complete drunkenness

To speak the words

Of perfect uniqueness

I am too sober

Maybe that's why

I can not find

Such a glorious rime

Of your bohemian steps

I should follow the trail

To find that beloved bar

Where you have been down and up

At exactly the same time