I can feel

Learn. Cup of tea.

Amazing! Poetry.

My life's a slanted roof,

Grazing shadows in the sun.

If I were a woman,

Would I become a nun?

No indeed,

For kalashnikovs are chattering

And there's a cold wind,

Over this slanted roof.

Death! Rebirth! The Chinese government,

Suppresses a delicate culture

Then goes home to beat up its wife.

The rest of the world try to arrange some advantageous trade agreement.

A sip, a nip, open the senses,

Get a consensus,

Fucking do something.

Or maybe just give up.

I can feel.