Multilevel Passive Dream Aggression Income

The man trying to sell his shit

To the naive boys around the table

Everyone wants to buy it

Work two years get rich forever

I have that driving force

And all doubts you have are wrong

I am right believe me

I am the answer he says

His gesture works with him to well

The withering trust falls apart

Around the table

This is the way things are working

We give you a perfect CRM system

Work for us we might pay you later

Or not

Errors

The night is long

Filled with errors

While the mind

Wanders around

Without sleeping or

Knowing what

To do

I wish I could sleep

Even for a few minuts

Forgetting the humiliation and

Sad moments of the day

Old Evil

 

Tonight I meet the old nazi

Not so old and

Of course not a nazi, still

In every way a nazi

Except by name

Expert in law and business

A perfect administrator for

Any Holocaust or Ethnic cleansing

He asked me to see

His latest work

A hate letter to the liberal party

For accepting refugee

Prepared to take up arms

If this continue

Still profiting from the

Very same refugees

Selling false promises

Selling fake dissertations

He asked me to stay

But I left leaving his

Odour of sweat and alcohol

Behind

While he told me to run

Gladly did I walk away

Only to be certain that

Greater evil wait

Ahead of us and me

 

 

Spring depression

Every spring is the same feeling

Depression, depression and frustration

It always comes in April

Feeling like a failure and frustrated like crazy

I am on the same place every year

Trying to cope and handle

Fight not to kill myself

Falling apart and

Slowly healing in the summer

Save me from those feelings

But nature has its way

Good Habits

Getting crazy

Or not

Anything is better than being  blocked

This is so frustrating

Trying to get rid of anxiety

And it comes back worse than before

Habits or not

This is so strong

Dysfunction

Decaying dysfunctional family

Frustration, fighting and mentally ill people

We pretend that everything is so normal

Slowly she is making a mess of my boy

Giving to him the doubtful gift of ambivalence

And depleted will

There is always a reason for this and that

It is just that reason does not change the world

 

Trees change the world

Agenda

Sometimes we fail to realize what´s in  front of us

It is only after years have past that we are able to see

The crocked and ridicules in being ruled by other peoples

Agenda and this not because we lack awareness but because

We lack hope for a better future