Dispatched by the sheepish muzzle
of a fairy-like majority,
inside, I poisoned its bowels
Now there's only me, the minority
who lacks social comment
and grabs all its accessory
which is total-loss and bent
Liquefied I'm more than a voice
nested in your pores
but my sounds drowned, evaporated
in the smell of your colossal corse
Permanent revolt
Spitted out by the cumbersome beast
called fairy-like majority
outside, I celebrated its last whim
The survivor's me, the minority
who searches for social comrades
to rebuilt this society
after a model of soviets
Glorified I'm more than a voice
to surpass roof sirens
but my sound swelled, exploded
in the stammering of silence
I'm part of another majority
and beg for opposition
which comes from minority
that's zealous for transmission
