A praga, ou “Wild Bob”

We live in a hideous town by the water
Nothing is difficult
Chalk, mail, and circumstance
We breathe, fuck, and die

Rats are coughing blood
Every animal
In its right place

For whom do we make decisions?
What is our goal?
How do we create?
Why are we alive?

Time is a construct
We can do as we please

Children are the closest to life
To have free will is to suffer