Post by Andre Birken

1 The heat in our minds confusion and hatred The fire in our hearts burning the others We save our souls with all kinds of coma Our petty needs consume us and all life The machine will not save anyone but The black hole physics of the free market 2 Writing arose from bureaucracy of trade and commerce Language and money  The toolkit of humanity Work uncomprehended  Feeding most major problems 3 On the radio, a cacophony of wailing Brittle bones destined to be slain Yet howling without knowing why 4 The temperature rises and rises Groundwater levels drop, people complain that everyone only thinks of themselves there are no reliable slaves anymore the chocolate is too bitter hotel Mama is overcrowded no one can comfort them They vote as if to blame someone And when the hotel or Mom presents the bill Vengefully they turn to power-hungry self -important Caesars and in their hate-filled tirades 5 They wallow. We're in love with your bodies Your exotic, sexy bodies, but you  are too poor to deserve our love We need you in our sweatshops We need you in the backstage of the airports You shall serve the greater purpose Hotel Mama with a zen spa ©2026