if mannequins
exist,
why can't we
we who can pretend
to be mannequins
in the sequence of
humanity
we who can be better
at surviving
as robots in the world
of work
robots still in love, in
pleasure in lust
in merry making
do you care about what
i feel?
do not ask me for the
truth
i may hurt you a bit
you may leave me for
the truth
and so with a lie,
i can take you in
even for this moment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem