To disturb myself less
I take a walk each morning.
I put Crocs on my naked feet
I let my legs guide me.
The sam route
like years before
On Bologne street
all the way to Kustošije.
And when I arrive at the door and to the lowered ramp
I take my hat off for all of those (us) who still remember
the day when black limousines stood in front of the company and said: God, home, nation
everyone on the ground this is privatization
make room for families of 200
I look at the scenery, they are fighting with statics
like the new elite is fighting with grammar
and on the other side of the street in front of Lidl, my sector of manufacture is waiting
With a beer from the Q-Pack I may confess it tonight,
how we fell without a bullet being shoot
with the old jokes to a new beginning
the day when black limousines stood in front of the company and said: God, home, nation
everyone on the ground this is privatization
make room for families of 200