every week
i invent a new business
which would surely
make me and my family
a ton of money.

but i never do it
because i would need to do
years and years
of boring repetitive work
and this is pure hell for me.

sorry kids,
i will not leave you millions
because i get easily bored.

i felt sorry
that i did not write
more poems this week
but then i realized
that when i am dead
no one will care
if i wrote one or hundred
poems in a week.

for about a week
my bmi was 30.1.

i skipped two dinners,
went to the gym once,
did one 20 minute run,
and took a huge shit.

now my bmi is 29.9.
anyone can do it!

tourism could have been
a personal discovery of human diversity

but actually it is about
going to another country
and giving locals a ton of money
to act as our slaves
while we pretend to be royalty
for a week or two.

sorry for such a cynical poem.
i was thinking if i should write it
for a whole week.

i love tourism.
but it is ruined!
but i love it!

because love
can make us suffer
it would be useful
to control it
a bit.

if you fall in love
with someone who will hurt you
move away
and you will forget them
in a week or a month.

it is no different
from quitting drinking
or losing weight.
it is hard
but not impossible.