4 march 2020
Strange Politics
A soft, but me,
black moon
coming in bazaar.
Will you sell me the dreams?
Talking to grave silence
before the rains.
I will not plant
marijuana in your eyes.
O, ignorant prince,
my mother had left a legacy.
One should not sleep alone
to become poor.
I expect no applaud,
no cheers. I am a passer-bye
I have not killed
myself.
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