on the dockets

the exercises ineptitude of gods on the dockets there are poor ideas
after that is goes worse the world goes for the knives
on the scene we are actors with death masks
they show the new number be or not be
the howl of commie blocks shreds the unmentioned song of the year
and our look is so poor and our gestures so average
we wait and with our waiting we define the the propositions of the world
by bringing peace to our brain we drink self-awareness
bringing us to the permanent state of stupor
we inform ourselves about changes in our systems