i was driving
and a guy on a motorbike
passed me very quickly
and suddenly
i came up with a joke in my head:
where does a motorbike get you fastest?
to a hospital!
at that moment i realized
that i became funny.

that joke is much better
than the joke i came up with
ten years ago
which i told thousands of times
and to which no one ever laughed.

i was driving home
from an expensive rooftop sushi restaurant
in my expensive mercedes
wearing an expensive armani suit and expensive prada shoes
listening to pop songs on my expensive samsung
and when i stopped at a red light
a child slave asked me for money
and i declined because i do not support child slavery
and the next seven minutes driving home
i was thinking how can i end child slavery
so i wrote this poem
hoping i can became powerful enough
to make a real change before i die
because in spite of owning all the expensive things
i have no power to end child slavery

take a 10 minute drive
to a supermarket
and let your mind drift away.
one part of your mind
will continue driving
and the other will think
about the universe
or imagine crazy stuff
better than any movie ever made.

if you drive a cat
you have to learn not to
open the red cucumber
because
i was in the school
yoodle doo
ok and than it hit me
black is not back
and mice do not eat computers
at least not when
i transmit
you egomaniac
i hate you