Poem for a day / P(j)esma na dan

Besposleni parazit

Ne radim. Nisam siguran da li ću ikada. Da li uopće želim da se upregnem u kočije kapitalizma.

Prema historijskim podacima i svjedočanstvima, rad još nije nikoga oslobodio.

Ili, možda, ipak, samo one koji su skončali zbog nedostatka kisika prije nego su iskopali sopstveni rov.

Specijalna inteligencija, ako postoji, nije mi jača strana.

Nakon više mjeseci za ekranom, stičem utisak da mi se mozak sasušio.

Moždano i intelektualno stanje da se najlakše opisati kao rana demencija, odnosno "moždana izmaglica".

Posljednji rezultati krvne pretrage pokazuju sliku povišenog kolesterola i donjeg tlaka.

Prema novom Google-info, rezultati ukazuju na moguće postojanje unutarnjeg tumora i panike.

Kažu, u slučaju životne opasnosti pozvati hitnu pomoć. Pogotovu ukoliko osjećate bol u srcu.

Umjesto da se raspadam u logoru od devet do pet, plus na točkovima tamo i nazad.

Raspadam se na sjedištu lokalne kafane, gdje sam nakon veliok napora uspio dovući ruke i noge.

Postojanje glave više nije sasvim sigurno.

19.07h

18.05.2026.

ponedjeljak

(Three Tuns Pub, Uxbridge)

An idle parasite

I don't work. I'm not sure if I ever will. Do I even want to harness myself to the carriage of capitalism?

Before historical data and testimonies, work has not yet freed anyone.

Or, perhaps, after all, just one that they died of lack of oxygen before digging their own trench.

Special intelligence, if it exists, is not my forte.

After many months in front of the screen, I get the impression that my brain has dried up.

Perhaps the intellectual condition is best described as early dementia, that is, "brain fog".

The latest blood test results show a picture of elevated cholesterol and low blood pressure.

According to the new Google-info, the results indicate the possible existence of an internal tumor and panic.

They say, in case of danger to life, call an ambulance. Especially if you feel pain in your heart.

Instead of falling apart in a nine-to-five camp, plus on wheels there and back.

I collapse at the seat of a local pub, where after a great effort I managed to drag my arms and legs.

The existence of the head is no longer absolutely certain.

7:07 p.m

18.05.2026.

Monday

(Three Tuns Pub, Uxbridge)