I’m at a human fair-

Shopping people-

I go through lists of properties-

Screaming their flashy names-

Something, which may not be true-

But what is perfectly designed–

 

Diverse artistic views-

Splendour of looks-

Expensive status symbols-

Originality of decadence-

Profound wisdom of a higher mind–

 

Diplomas, travels, books-

Perfection in a sense of style and humour-

Conquering the Mounts-

Diving in glory-

Philosophising-

Purchasing trumpery-

Committing suicides–

 

Perversion of what counts-

In countless romantic stories-

Finding the cure in someone else’s lives-

In paper mockery-

In fashionable burn-out syndromes–

 

I pick up people’s manuals-

I study them and then I go for sales!

I’m paying for no extras-

I find these goods expired-

Giving me bad stomach aches–

 

Their shine exists in hope-

To find some sense in justifying what they seem-

 

I take a pencil and I write-

Something which may not be true-

But what is perfectly designed-

 

“This masquerade has just one name:

The world’s LOW SELF-ESTEEM-

The world’s excessive PRIDE”—