There was a time, they didn't read me
And then they read me little-by-little
But on the quiet
And didn't print
I was answering them by the same
Read some
But not many
And didn't print anybody
Not because I didn't want
Simply because there was no such a possibility
Now everything has changed
I am printing myself
And also them
But only those
Who are writing very well
Or who is reading me
And not on the quiet
Soon even this will be unnecessary
They will stop writing
And will be immediately printing
Technically easy
And without any artificial obstacles
Such as people and organizations
That do not want
Or want something else
Do not know
Whether they'll still be reading
And if they will
Will they read all
Who are printing
Probably
Everybody a little bit
And nobody will be satisfied
Only I will
Because I have always been for the justice
Since those times
When they did not read me
And did not print
New York,27 October 2014
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