I've seen beautiful apartments

I've seen beautiful apartments. Towels folded into little elephants, and toilets that glow. I've seen beds the size of a giant fuckodrome. A ton of switches — but not the one that would turn all this into a home. I've seen crowds of all kinds of people. Crazies, the poor, and the whores sitting on their necks. I've heard from them advice and orders by the dozen. But I always asked for help from the one who created these nobodies. I've heard nature. Swallowed her sounds. Silently I let all kinds of bitches rape her. Hell, sometimes I even watched that porn She's a beautiful lady — and they're mercilessly turning her into a hag. I've heard the moans of the living yet dead, begging for help. I tried not to dive into their world, forever drowning. All they want is their daily bread and assorted circuses. Shooting ranges advertised from a black rectangle. I've read the lines of the master and the scribbler's attempts. How can you stay sane surrounded by this fucking mess? Together with everyone, I threw brown flour into the pit. I read in the eyes of the weeping: lucky fool, he got off easy. With our mouths, here and there, spewing vulgarity, We'll live somehow, the rest is not our concern… Forgive us, my dear planet, For the irresponsible idiot living inside us.