He's talking out loud
Speaking his confusion mind
About wars and candy flavors
Quoting John Lenon and Bárbara Streisand
While the dirt beard is getting Hot saliva
Punching Air
Looking people on their very eyes
Ancient postures
The god of fallacy is about
He is really about to get out his throat
Then
Get shocked with saliva
His chest starts to burn
His vision of him get blurred
And
He falls in sudden death

The first passerby arrives and says
Look what stress does to us
The second passerby arrives and says
He was right about the ease of finding reasons for wars
The third passerby arrives and says
Chat was gone for good
The fourth passerby says nothing
Check your breathing and heartbeat
Look at the sky and only one sun among us all
The fifth passerby says
What a strange day
The sixth passerby checks his pockets and says
He had the surname Bomfim.


© Ricardo Bomfim