sometimes
i really really want to
write a poem about clouds
because poems about clouds
became some kind of a
special thing
which is weird.
i hope i have not ruined it
again.

tourism could have been
a personal discovery of human diversity

but actually it is about
going to another country
and giving locals a ton of money
to act as our slaves
while we pretend to be royalty
for a week or two.

sorry for such a cynical poem.
i was thinking if i should write it
for a whole week.

i love tourism.
but it is ruined!
but i love it!

facebook is a perfect family social media
but it is ruined because they force it to be more

coca cola is a perfect sports drink
but it is ruined because they force it to be more

marlboro is a perfect cigarette for men to enjoy sometimes
but it is ruined because they force it to be more

art is a perfect way to connect and learn
but it is ruined because they force it to be more

mcdonalds is a perfect affordable family restaurant
but it is ruined because they force it to be more