every last word
in every verse of this poem
rhymes with the last word
in the next verse of this poem
that i actually did not write
because i think rhyme is stupid as fuck
and it is for idiots
who did not evolve to seek meaning
but just like superficial crap.
also french rhyme is awesome.

people tell me to do shitty stuff
to make a lot of quick money
but i ask them:
what about my irrational sense of moral superiority
and what about the humans in year 3562
that i am protecting from you – today’s idiots?

if i do your shitty stuff i will start
an unstoppable chain of events
which ruin the future of the entire universe
with a war with seven different alien species.
so no, i will not do your shitty stuff
to make a lot of quick money.

conflict and war
are results of idiotic planning
and not of magical wisdom system

saying that conflict and war
are human nature
is saying that we will always be idiots

i love money.
it is a great invention.
it is easy to carry and count.
much better than chickens, pigs, and rocks.

but it is not more than a tool.
some people get carried away
that it is an idea, a goal, a purpose,
but these people are idiots.

in this very moment
some idiots in serbia
are taking notes from putin
for their plan
to take back kosovo
in 2035