Jučer sam bio crv
i smrdio sam.
Kad sam se probudio bio sam žohar
i stao sam u govno.
Prije nego sam zaspao pretvorio sam se u mrava
i bio sam toliko nemoćan da sam se sam sebe sramio.
Sanjao sam da sam pauk
toliko ružan da sam sam po sebi povratio.
I tada sam shvatio da koliko god odvratan kukac ja bio, i dalje sam ljepši od ljudi.
InesO, 2017.
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