What does it mean, that you and I are happy
And the world despises us?
We know how these stories always end,
The loveless world wins again.
In love, I cared about one—
Until she left me for a million
Political asylum refugees
Lying under the shade of PhDs.
I wanted a small nest
With the one I loved the best.
She wanted to go to work
For charity, and twerk.
She envied the success of the Jews.
I wanted love. She wanted the news.
But since our two houses united,
The world is not politically excited.
We linger in the shadows, staying
In the shadows, writing poetry, playing.