Pun-ishment (published in The Bridge Magazine)
published in The Bridge Magazine
Are you
originally correct?
I
am part of a wonderful generation (sometimes a generection).
The
atmosfear of our times is quite
strange.
We
live in a new (chim)era.
And
there are plenty of (t)errors.
Some
of us live in Europe, where there’s
also a European Onion. However, there
are still some nutsis left.
We
have been under dicktatorship.
We
know some things about mis(t)ery.
Some
of us have been in exille.
We
admire Amerryca, even if it’s not so
merry all the time. We sometimes dream of Hellywood.
What
is the esense?
We
dream of success, although it can mean suckcess,
or even suckstress.
We
are pretty melalcoholic. Sometimes
nostallergic.
We
drink tekilla and tend to see a sort
of key in whiskey.
We
work part time or fool time.
We
pay fucktures.
We
read the prass every day.
Well,
almost every day; from Monday to Thirstday.
Does
nowhere mean now, here?
We
tend to fear mor(t)ality.
We
are surrounded by manifests and moneyfests.
Or moneyfeasts. (Maybe just money facts.)
We
certainly make the (in)difference.
We
invent heroes, such as Irony Man or Betman, and we love them.
And
we love the behind the sins videos,
too.
In
the meantime (or in the kindtime), we are politically correct.
We
use anti-social networks.
From
where could I buy a new iReality? Internet, Younternet…?
We
can be selfiesh.
We
can be awwwful.
We
love fashion and not fashioff.
We
rock, but sometimes we pop or we classic.
Is
there any evolution in revolution?
There
is anger in stranger.
We
love occidental destinations. We
travel to Sweetzerland, Lonedon…
Or
we just send them greetings from the (f)East.
We
sometimes listen to the vice of
reason. We have fleshbacks and one
night standards.
But
we’re not ashamed. (Ashaimed?)
After
all, it’s a strange decayde.
We
fight illusions, often stuck between Heaven and Help.
We
quite like metawhores. We appreciate
(f)art.
We
are sometimes so infantile.
We
like clichés and silly quotes about liefe.
Are
you originally correct?
We
sometimes forget that inspiration is not inspirace.
But
we are optimystical.
We
experience a certain kind of soulitude.
We
believe and beleave.
We
do go back to realife: we see the
read in ‘bread’, the right in ‘bright’ and the art in ‘smart’ (and in heart).
We
are poethical. We write poetry,
although it’s often just poetry.
We
love writing and righting. Think about
it.
From
time to time we are satirIQ.
We
know that justice is not just ice.
We
like essays and not es-shut-ups.
It’s
clear that I have to polish my English (…and to english my Polish).
This scene may be seen as a sin… But
it was indeed an experimeant to be.
And we will always
pay our philosofee for this.
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