True

Sixth poem

This word never will be perfect

And people never stop being toxic. 

But this s**t never will be correct 

Or I will die and nontoxic. 

I don’t have a goal in my life

And I know that’s wrong. 

I’m happy living with the knife

So I can always feel strong. 

There’s no love in this world,

And you know that it’s true. 

People will feel hurled, 

If we won’t find out what to do.

Call my self honey, for the sake of bee. 

And you sweet like a lemon in the Russian tea. 

The problems get worse,

And government said bye. 

This dialogue ain’t terse,

Not even if you will cry!

There’s no love in the world,

And you know that it’s true.  

People will feel hurled,

But we can go through!

I believe we can do!

Perfection-is boring as hell. 

So this world will always be known as unwell.