Malicious Meat Poem by Lev Brekhman

Malicious Meat



Illusion is the life's meat,
But life is not illusion.
You can yourself in a crowd meet
A sort of illusory fusion.
This meat we also can gobble -
And so become a blown picture.
A blow-up? Pretending noble,
We add just the very wrongest features.

Thursday, October 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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