Monday afternoon 4 o'clock
Darrel wakes up
in the warm spring sunshine
right moment that everybody work
he has no duty nor purpose..
wasting his youth silently..
his refrigerator set forth the smell
pungent as rotten as his life is
toilet full of idle youths
hey, this is daily routine is sitting on
his fucking computer turning it on
graping mouse. it's on saying...in the monitor..
"welcome to my crazy world"
nothing impossible in this rectangular
sex, violence, theft...like another Sodom
where we can shop
we can get the foods and get the whore
thousands of teens in this motherfucking world
live through this fucking madness
he orders a drug to which he could be addicted drug
and whores.. all he wants..
how long can you hold on this life
nobody want it, but everybody want it
cyber sex, cyber terror..this is what you live for?
youths these days in the cage
a rectangular sodomy
desolated from the society
making themselves, their own to illusion..
wasting themselves, their own existence
that is how they live and exist
with darrel, they lpee in their own brain
hey! think over again
how long can you hold on that life..
in the same time, in the same space
symmetrical thoughts to each other
constant unilateral unsatisfaction