Poema

lizor_08

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29 Mayo 2008
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Culture will be killed by social dirt,
the mind decays to feed the vile.
I find funny: more violence... more jerks,
your seat awaits you my young dumb child.

Do not think nor solve for yourself,
the bright screen will be the way,
a world of books grow old on a shelf,
"uh..whatever" the robots say.