Father State, Mother Nature. The child, a fucking bastard! - ‘Somebody called me … Where are my shoes?’ . . . PS (1): This poem is based on emotions, not facts. PS (2): Fuck off! PS (3): Okay, you crazy motherfucker! PS (4): [a feminist voice] Correction: You fatherfucker … PS (5): Oh, my God! . . . PS (321): ‘Who is afraid of Virginia Woolf?’ PS (322): Oh, my Lord! PS (323): Or House of Commons … PS (324): The root of all evil is commonism (or communism?!) … PS (324.1): Where ‘nature’ becomes the state … PS (325): What ‘nature’?! PS (326): The triumph of primitive tribal law over ‘nature’ … . . . PS (532): Is this a kind of anti-‘Manifesto’?! PS (533): Maybe yes, maybe no … PS (534): I’m totally confused … PS (2000): ‘This is the beginning of a wonderful friendship’ … PS (2000.1): ‘In the beginning was the word’ … PS (3999): Hmm …