Neka loša pesma

 

            Opet se gušim

            u sopstvenoj šupi

            tu sam opet

            i opet, i opet

            Neki dokoni klinac

            muči violinu

            u susednoj prostoriji

            a lake žene

            uporno pokušavaju

            da mi prljaju posteljinu.

            Dosada, dosada, dosada,

            jauk sveže silovane violine,

            gušenje.

            Da bar udari grom

            u neko zanimljivo mu drvo

            da se oslobodi trotoar

            i da se otvori

            neki novi put

            ka besmislenoj večnosti.

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