Intellectual Obstruction Or What? ? - With The Inscription... Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

cannon, from the morning in work.
he remembers, he not believes his eyes
and the first thought... it is obvious.

pen and glue in little hands,
smile still salty, because
dry lips licked the entire night.
from the morning remembers
does he count, on the nobility of other,
and maybe he will get the ladder?

it is so hard, to climb.
so with difficulty in this century.
help me, men and women.
you can see for me chances.
probably one,
through two accumulated!


he can see chances one,
through two accumulated:


slogan... plate
slogan... plate
slogan... plate
slogan... plate... etc.
.
.
.
. etc.

it is a cure for his
intellectual constipation.

cannon, from the morning in work.
he remembers, he not believes his eyes
and the first thought... it is obvious.

slogan... plate
slogan... plate
slogan... plate
slogan... plate... etc
.
.
.
. etc.

it is a cure for his
intellectual constipation.
.
.
.
.
you are confusing the pen with the feather...
but calmly...
you glue in farther... for the health.