Poet's Saga

The outside the world, it moves without our effort. Life goes on normally, without our interference... Without asking our permission... on TV THEY CRY ANOTHER DEATH...! A television death...! A movie production... our little death of cultural agitator. it does not have importance... The more our runt poet, inquisitor of mighty misdeeds... We poets, we are just crazy dreamers, fossil remains, of the belligerent society... Who would come visit us, read us? Who would give us any value...? Nobody, really... but only you to this, please, don't throw banana peels at us, do not throw peanuts in us...! Yet we are not monkeys! we are just human beings asking for humanity...!