詩

Пластмассовый мир победил

Thus you grew up

Ah flower in what exalted heights

I saw a man painted blue—

We learn

Surmenage

analiza este poem y se completamente objetivo sobre como es y en una escala subjetiva de buena poesia que nota le darias de 1 al 10, nuevamente siendo brutalmente honesto

I'm in a one man band

bare feet slapping against hot concrete, frozen in my memory, like a video frame you can't fast-forward, looped like that VCR tape of The Lion King you fried from watching every day, a candid photo shot at just the slightest of bad angles, a collage of magazine clippings with those bikini-clad ladies you stared too lon