Hell, oh hell,
I have lost my
O. The excitation
developed under
strapitalism holds
me down and away,
the same angle of
my looks. Can
you see my
mean? I have
become angry.
Definitively
subjunctively.
My rage got lost
along with my
O. Oh, I am
well. And I
have found
too many buts
for the health of
my gut. I am lacking
the former world's
bacteria. These
creatures have
died, like my
cells, and new
ones inhabit me
in the image of
my current.