By Muang Day
Myanmar

Today everybody can play the guitar, everybody can buy a gun.

We expect a better future from ourselves.

When I don't have a friend, I make a friend of attachment.

I turn my eyes to heaven and see a flock of vultures flying eastward. 

The senator, an infant, believes in capitalism.

His pee pee has turned blue from being touched so often. 

The posters of death metal bands on my wall keep me up. 

They growl all night. Barbarity is a mosquito net.

A bathroom without soap is a provincial town.

After a deer hunt, I came back home and realized

my knife was missing. I found it at the bottom of a ravine.

I saw my head rolling some meters down.

I washed myself in a public bathroom and stepped into my house. 

Deicide was in my house, Death was in my house,

Morbid Angel was in my house, and Carcass was in my house.

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