notice-board

two boys without brains,

right in front of me,

with a lot of computer games,

- inside information,

don’t talk,

no shout,

in simple words,

look what they’ve done,

- little f*cking assholes,

do you get what this is all about?!?

… them call this a second life,

don’t see no life in that,

itching life,

be grateful to be alive?

drawn a clear line between them and me,

don’t cross that border,

sitting on their fat buds,

sit & forget, and vanish,

   vanish

   vanish

something else, they seem to be waiting for more,

the same two boys are talking,

don’t hear no others rumors than that,

talking about their second lives.

what are these boys?

going to be men?

not almost?

now they are talking about mathematics,

a new daily basis for their conversation,

logistics, nothing more,

last year ratings were rather low,

files,…

last year,…

don’t know what they’re talking about,

to program these computers you must need a lot of brains,

awful much,

one is talking about a book,

he has read,

kept it for his own,

might do something with it, one day,

doesn’t want the other to know,

especially not, imagine,…

and suddenly the other looks deeply into my eyes.

they got old, before they were ever young,

youngsters, - call that?

don’t call no youngsters that,

these two old boys, born without brains,

are talking out loud,

so that everybody can hear them,

they are talking about a second life,

- digital dreams,

maybe they are having a chat in real time,

don’t know why they must talk so loud?

... or send them a reply, request, tag,

add something to it,

in short, let them a note,

confirm to that,

i don’t know the word for PRIKBORD,

 but it must sound like ‘board’,

let them a  note on their f*cking board,

so they’ll notice.