by Anastasia Bernikova
When I see these surreal smiley faces,
I wonder how they maintain
This feeling of purity
Don’t they ever have a Friday
That leaves this merciless aftertaste
Of a cheap cigarette butt
Making them question themselves
Will it always be like this?
Somehow, they manage to stay focused
Accomplishing their tasks..
Having normal thoughts
If it’s possible at all
To not have the twisted ones
Somehow, they do enjoy
Good old entertainment
And every weekend they recharge again
To start a tiny new life afresh
And chat away throughout all its course.
One’s got to possess this one gene
That will let them remain positive
Weekly starting a new life afresh,
Maintaining the cheerful purity.