Our Neighbours;
They Do Not Exist Nearby
They Are Far Apart
Like Our Apartments.
Our Possessions;
They No Longer Need Us
We Badly Need Them
Like Sex And Sin.

Ours Is A New Happiness;
It Is Always Dichotomous.
We Happen To Be Happy
But We Don-‘t Know How.
Our Successes;
Their Colour Is Green.
But We Find Our Face Gray
When Someone Goes Green.
Our Greatest Goal;
It-‘s To Somehow Make And Mar.
Make Just To Our Sake
And Mar Whatever Is Others-‘
For Us, Our Well Being;
It Is The State Of Being Better.
A Little Better Than The One
Who Is Staying Next Door.
And Finally Our Faith;
It-‘s Not Of Gods Or Like Gods-‘
We Know Better Than Gods
That Our Wealth-‘ll Open The Gate.