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Poems from a Stool · 2021

Who did this? What's become of us?

Who did this? What's become of us? However much you give — it's never enough! This one won't do, 'cause he's ugly. The lake of feelings — shallow as can be. And with this one there's nothing to talk about, She'll talk you into anything, no doubt. This one's never read a book, it's true — His head's just beer and weed and powder too... Saw a role model on Instagram, But brains? Not even one gram. Seriously? You listen to the celebs? Try thinking on your own — I'm not kidding. Don't take it all on faith, my dear — So pull that carbonara off your ear. Stand on your own judgement, your own view, Not on what someone guessed is true. From morning till late at night Gather up what's left of your might. Explode into a bonfire above the trees — You'll warm your friends and family with ease.
Draft translation, the author is still revising it · written in Polish