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bo misia nikt nie kochał. kilka wierszy. Niech cię szlag. Za pobudzenie we mnie nadzieji. Za wzniecanie we mnie miłości. Za wzniecanie we mnie nienawiści. Wszyscy już śpią... Wszyscy śpią... ****** "A circus tiger wounded and killed his trainer. I wonder what set him off ", said the commentator. I don't know. How would you feel if separated from your family, you were skipped to the different cities in a cage no less, Bound of life, with painpleasure techniques, And complete humility for performance under duress, A whip no less. If you were a tiger would you do it? Would you break away, Think of escape and if desperate, Kill and avow infinite humiliation and guarateed Death? Do you do it, now, as a human? If not, then I understand why you were not sure What set the tiger off, Mr. Commentator. ****** The golden awnings feeding vultures of salvation, For the murderor, an unmached delight, A sanitized removal of dreadful dead victims, Of an elitist concocted genocide, As in East Timor, as in Nicaragua, as in Salwador, as in Turkey, Lebanon, and elsewhere, For as long as natural resources exist, Locals (as they are called) will never see freedom, Thanks to the American Way of Life. ****** The wheel and deal for a meal man Versus the organized, courteous homeless. One lies and cheats to secure his possessions, The other lives the truth of man's post-industrial reality. One forecloses, fires, and finagles, While the other relieves suffering by human courtesies. One lives in a regal place with all the luxuries, The other on a chair in the alley, With the rain as his partner. One travels across time zones, The other travels through time, And leaves everything virtually untouched. One furnishes compliments, The other insight, One flies lobsters in from Maine, The other flies through a glass window of a seafood restaurant, His main offense, touching the lobsters. Both may be lovers of music, But only the latter listens, For he has the time to be, Rather than be on time. ........................