What’s Happening Again?
A man from the lower ten thousand
A fictional pseudoscientist
And a folk artist
Every day he ran
A circus in his head
He didn’t pay admission
He had his own experiences
With life among the chickens
After a just trial
They threw him into the same bag
Together with the cephalopods
We don’t think anything anymore
We have no dreams
We are afraid to think
We are gradually accepting
Cannibalizing relativization
The clock struck a short pause
Who will stay here?
Just a lonely old man
As a bonus
For a farewell
He’ll get thrown in
An atropine injection