a poem for dummies.
There was a text.
But no one
payed attention to it.
Nobody cared for the another text.
The face of the type
turned heavier and heavier
time after time
and still
no one payed attention to it -
until the text
had made the
null and void.
"Now that's what i call fucking" says imaginary Warren Beatty from Shampoo here.
(by Voss Felvarg)
