waiting room…

Waiting room with maintenance of car Sounds frenzied Songs and publicity Scream It's like a pachinko parlor The voice of low ego is low My voice does not reach even my wife Only in this I do not care Children's nursery school In bustling play I am growing up I do not care about it for granted I think my head is breaking Sound breaks from right to left While pretending to be cool My spirit is While zawazza Just sit down and write poetry Noisy sound no longer It resembles a semi-frenzy cry Who works in this For me In a different world It is only a creature ... The poet ~ Now person ...