Repeatography* Poem by Madrason .

*Pavlov's instincts were right
if you condition me
with sugar, meat and rice
and ask me if i want to go outside
I'd ask Plato where could I hide
and who will eat my food
why, is it any good
so if you change my mindset
before you set me free
addicted to conditions
in my Reality
I can't take more than Three
setting me free would mean my death
my thorn from bed and bread
conditioned sanctuary Me
who needs democracy!

*Pavlov's condition animals
*Autosuggestion de Coue