Is this what you got to sell?

Can you write this?

Can you fight this?

Can you believe Pinochet is dead?

After many heart-failures.

This was his turn.

Don't you think the world is moving at a fast pace.

Indeed but where?

Isn't it the same small world.

The fucking Global Village.

Fuck you five times.

For giving me all the shit.

I don't even deserve this.

How dare you push your frustrations to me.

Do I look like a garbage bin to you?

Bastards.

Your father is known you mother is known.

But you have become a bastard of your mind.

You don't get enlightenment in a decade.

Or in a century.

You don't get it at all pal.

You never do.

For you treated others like shit.

So you sell shit, get paid for getting it sold.

Now you and your fellas are trying to do a research.

How to shit-sell and stink the fucking world.

May you all drown in shit-pit.

Just fuck off.