megírtam a házit

A pigeon, a squirrel, some vegetation and what is beneath

I remember my mother
quoting books from an early age
and using weird words all the time
(not so surprised I didn’t stand a chance
of having a decent vocabulary),
and also, listening to Radiohead
kind of a decade later
(a decently intellectual childhood, I could say);
in the meantime, I went to school
and have realised I have a surname
that gives plenty of chance for funny
verbal interactions
(like people wanting to eat me up or
shoot me down or use me as postal service):
now all I need is a pair of wings
to make the whole thing complete.

és ugyehogy zseniális lett.
(a pszichoszomatikus lépcső egy felsőbb fokát céloztam meg az ismételt agytépős
fejfájásaimmal)