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Eighth Day
On the eighth day, god, after working so hard
in order to relieve his tension after his revision
said, “everything looks great, it’s time to rest
and went to talk a walk through space
who would have thought that same god, upon returning
would find everything in hellish mess
and that he would become just another unemployed person
among the number that is growing yearly, nonstop?
since then, there are those who have seen him
pass alone streets
he walks as he waits patiently for someone
with whom he can at least hold a pleasent conversation
Meanwhile, this worls spins round and round
and can’t be stopped
and here below, a few manipulate us like chess pieces
I’m not the kind of idiot that lets himself be fooled
but I’am telling the truth
and even the blind man can see it
if for lack of employment or from excessive loneliness
god couldn’t stand it any more and he left for another place
it would be our ruin we would have no other choice
but to worship michael jackson, Bill clinton or tarzan
it’s more difficult to be a king without a crown
than to be more ordinary person
poor god, he dosen’t appear in magazin
he isn’t a model, or an astis, or royalty…
Ucu Agustin 