16,03,92 mon AP 0173
Located in the nearby dump,
I sit slumped in the container;
I read in the newspapers about prison time for sadness, -
-Tonight I will have myself for dinner.
Planet summarizes my inheritance,
There is a photo in the newspapers- watching silent docks: -
Crumpled boats, I can’t help but see
Masters by the rudder-SHIP SAILS THROUGH THE POCKETS.
Nerve of mutilated invasion of the obedient,
I’m tossing with a swing to hell of despised,
Without moving my finger I kill the universe,
-in the garbage bin, away from the happy ones +