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Cashier Visitation

Why couldn't I condition myself
to a box in which everything
was kindly set for me?

Does the box make you shiver? Does it?
It's set, another wins!
Also, why should I be a friend
of someone, the disgusting!

Pay attention to the baggage.
To the most crowded suitcase of all.
Does the bag make you shiver? Does it?

Everything that is full is not a closet,
The closet, by all accounts, is empty.
Are you upset about how empty it is?
Does it hurt you to see the closet so empty?

I saw the dark instrument of torture,
of my generation, educated.
How I regretted the marching boots.
Now, opaque is the right thing.
It makes me wonder if the boot is chromatic.

The wooly can sings like a cylindrical spoon.
Down, down, down in the darkness of the vessel,
Softly goes - the confused, the fuzzy-minded, the hirsute.

Pay attention to the can,
Strange is the most pulverized metal of all.
Never forget the can of fine and small grains.

I saw the erect body of my generation destroyed,
How I regretted the trunk.
Never forget to keep your torso vertical and straight.

Why couldn't I be disgusted with the box
as It was kindly disgusted to me.

Does the box make you shiver? Does it?
You can be rough,
you can define yourself,
can you win?


PAR
Written by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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