i am forty five years old
and ever since i was a baby
i was wondering:

why does smoking exist?
why are cigarettes made?
how can this be a thing still?
why is it allowed?
why do people do it?
how was everyone tricked into it?
why? why? why?

we have been betrayed by the world!
we spent all our lives fighting for freedom
only to be labeled as the enemy we fought.
it makes us think
why the fuck should we bother
when some propagandist can erase
decades of our freedom fighting
with a 2 minute fake news report.
only logical conclusion is that the media
needs dictators
more than it needs freedom fighters.

few years ago
i had an amazing idea
for an artwork
which would connect people
in a new way
never seen before
and would change
everything in art
but i was super lazy
to even write an email
about it.

because
you should be prepared
for your last words

it takes
only few seconds
to write a poem

no one can
really tell if its
good or bad

there is
a tiny chance
kids will have
those stupid
what-does-it-all-mean
discussions
in school
about your poems

while musicians
and painters
need decades
to perfect their
abilities

you do not need
any education or training

the less you know
better your poetry
will be

you hardly need
to know how to spell
or even speak

if no one
has any clue
what your poems
are about
this is perfectly
acceptable

yet poems are
somehow
so very cool

just so
very very cool