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• 24

  8 hours of work,

  8 hours of rest,

  8 hours of spiritual development.

  Don’t you see? someone knows –

  how it works, how it goes.

  Behind the fucking door –

  enjoy your 24.

  May 7, 2020

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• Vatra

  Ponovo zidaš kuću, da zapališ vatru na ognjištu.

  Onu istu vatru, koja ti je uzela majku i  brata.

  Postavljaš vrata, na koja niko neće pokucati.

  Zaboravi zauvijek, jeftinu simboliku dimnjaka.

  Znam da trava divno miriše i rijeka je blizu.

  I meni je, nekad, otac obećao kupiti konja.

  May 7, 2020

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• Love Fiasco

  Everyone searches for something 

  difficult to find,

  a true passion, a harmony

  and a peace of mind.

  Love is the hardest drug to quit;

  a habit I guess.

  The flame of love will soon become 

  a cold loneliness.

  Love is fake; you made a mistake,

  you asked her to stay.

  You want to keep that sensation?

  It will fade away.

  May 7, 2020

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• Hunky Dory

  Every year of hunger five million children will die  

  but you should not worry about that, just turn a blind eye.

  Hallelujah, glory, glory

  everything is hunky dory.

  Three billion people struggle on two dollars per day

  but don’t be concerned; watch your TV, listen and obey.

  Hallelujah, glory, glory

  everything is hunky dory.

  Millions of children weigh less than they should for their age;

  well, I might cry for a while but then I will turn the page.

  Hallelujah, glory, glory

  everything is hunky dory.

  So, how many causalities there will be in World War Three?

  To be honest, I do not care, that’s not my cup of tea.

  May 7, 2020

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• Hey Baby

  Hey baby –

  stop fooling around;

  get a grip –

  true love you have found.

  Just wait –

  I am coming through;

  I own –

  a big love for you.

  Hey baby –

  I can’t wait no more;

  leave the ship –

  you have reached the shore.

  Hey miss –

  make no more mistakes;

  a kiss –

  that’s all what it takes.

  May 7, 2020

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• United

  United people, black and white;

  I’m color blind, but it’s all right.

  Flowers united and the guns;

  the peaceful and the other ones.

  We request money for combat,

  love will win? don’t believe in that;

  united you, united me,

  united world will never be.

  Believer and nonbeliever;

  the giver and the receiver.

  United good and bad regime.

  United? that is just a dream.

  United brainless and clever

  it’s not going to happen, ever.

  United? please don’t be absurd.

  United? what a stupid word.

  May 6, 2020

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• Garbage

  How many awful books have I read from eloquent writers?
  How many wise proverbs, great ideas and the praises of madness?
  Those in the halo of inspiration already sold out:
  do they write to communicate or to get moral satisfaction?

  What is the point of easily acquired money and deceptive glory?
  They bribed reviewers; those former offenders.
  The ones who read; do they really believe those who write and exaggerate?
  Those who read; do they know what bizarre things will happen at the end?
  I have not avoided cheap hacks works.
  Those who did not know they wouldn’t last long; 
  authors with a countryside pedigree. 

  Some are unable to write barefoot, and therefore put on socks before they begin writing.

  I followed their heroes; 
  I analyzed those psychopaths and idiots who unnecessarily dramatise and pull some weird moves,
  without good reason and without any connection.
  I read carefully and ticked the most important and effective phrases
  and spiritual guidelines.

  But I am no longer able to accompany them,
  because now I am tired of words;
  tired of the chapters and of the introduction;
  tired of attractive covers and cheap translations,
  of forewords and strange endings;
  tired of  shootings and stray bullets.
  I’m very washed out and depressed from being critical and censorious.
  But I do not cease to provoke and ask. 

  Being very drowsy and with an incomprehensible persistence,
  I am storming at the fiction and I keep reading.

  May 6, 2020

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• I Woke Up This Morning

  I woke up this morning

  with a bad headache.

  This must be a bad joke,

  some kind of mistake.

  I cannot remember:

  how did I get here?

  I must have a coffee

  or maybe a beer.

  I woke up this morning

  alone, smashed and pissed.

  Can someone please help me?

  Can someone assist?

  I woke up this morning

  in a prison cell.

  I woke up this morning,

  I woke up in hell.

  May 6, 2020

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• I Disagree

  What a mistake, I watched the news,

  I feel bad, my mind is loose.

  World War III is approaching fast,

  get updated on bomb blasts.

  Dear whoever, please make it stop,

  I am sick, I will throw up.

  Who would create that bunch of lies?

  Please, quit before someone dies.

  I was about to meditate,

  obviously now it’s too late.

  Few hours before, I felt fine,

  just chilling on my cloud nine.

  Someone fucked up my inner peace.

  Maybe I’ll call the police? 

  I don’t need drugs and hugs for free,

  they are not my cup of tea.

  I tell myself, easy, let go!

  See, it’s just a stupid show!

  Dumb media, fucking TV,

  I don’t match, I disagree!

  May 6, 2020

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• See This

  In this glass of vine,

  on this plate,

  full of great selection of cheese,

  you can see the stars.

  The bread is my body and it’s delicious.

  We have our knives and forks,

  we can even kill using them.

  Well, it depends on the menu we’ve planned.

  See the number of dishes,

  see this occasion,

  see the porcelain.

  Our windows don’t have bars,

  and the air flows freely through the room.

  May 6, 2020

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