it’s different this time

in the second after looking
at an abandoned suitcase
or observing the bearded man,
who sits next to you in the tram,
and who searchs something in his jacket

asking myself:
what is different this time,
why these feelings

different this time:
don’t want to be told
what to think
what to write
what to critize
what to disguise as diabolic
or who to speak to

I choose to walk
the left way,
and not the right one

***

IS and Pegida,
your assh* voices make me so damm sick

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2 Responses to it’s different this time

  1. Dhyan says:

    O man! Hard times

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