24.9.11


the painting looks me out through the glass door
pictures on the wall mean nothing to me
and former chair are beautiful but empty
the official symbol is a joke but the joke
is starting to get serious

I have to take out the trash every day
I'm happy corner corner
but in here it's always too cold
and the cool thing is that I'm never alone

this is my job is a joke
joke of my life

that's all

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