No, no, no, not against Capitalism itself
Not this time
No, thanks, not at this moment when I’m
On my way to
Somewhere I don’t have the time to read
A newspaper how stupid is the idea
Of stopping passers in the street
To hand them the present yesterday’s
Present
While a train slows down underneath
How stupid is that.

No, I don’t want to talk to the customer service
I’m in love
With the idea, no, thanks, really, of wasting
Things without your
Phone number I’d enjoy to eat
Access conditions like beef—this idea
Of making users call back
To get them to know you their
Provider
Like an orthodontist always insists
On a next check: Fuck

Not the system, no, no, but your intuition
Which kills my pleasure, yes: plea-
Sure inside
The wrong life I find
No, not sleep and innovation although
Sleep and innovation that sounds
Not bad not
Half bad
Inside the wrong life I find
I have the time to read
Anything but the stupid newspaper
Anything on a train that gets slower and slower
Or in a dream or something like that