made a trip to a shop
and was told by a falsely friendly salesperson
money is the cause of everything
and he cheerfully threw in the thoughts
in order to get money
or
for the sake of money
as a kind of refrain
or parenthesis
sealing in every thought
and breaking my heart
ah
alas
tooo sad for me to say
what I was thinking
but then without love
and without money
what must my life be?
meaningless
and pointless
on all accounts....
In Slovakia,
I could at least joke that
I was poor but had friends,
Here in the Land of Imperial Power and Infinite Cruelty
I've not even got a friend's shoulder to cry on
let alone anything to drink
nothing to drink
no one to drink it with
the most i can hope for
is a few erotic dreams
spoiled by waking
and the return to barren reality
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