The Empire of Mistakes
Tri Budhi Sastrio
There are two basic rules for the boss:
First, the boss can do no wrong;
Second, if the boss do wrong,
See the first basic rule for the omphalos.
But Goldberg's Blunder Book shows
That immortal fight against the Reign of Errors
Is lasting forever, Â we all make mistakes
So that's why pencils have erasers.
'Do you ever admit a mistake?'
The Dallas's Victim asks his counterpart
The Red Bear, the Iron Curtain leader Khrushchev
Who came for policy talks.
Of course, that is the reply.
In a speech before the 20th Party Congress,
I admitted all of Stalin's mistakes!
Ha, ha, ha ... he laughs joyfully
Meanwhile the DV laughs silently!
(tbs-kas/sda2005-R13122024)
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In the empire of mistakes, we dance with flaws,
Our steps entwined with the shadows of our past,
The melody of our missteps, a haunting refrain,
Echoes of our errors, a symphony of pain.
The walls of our kingdom, built on foundations of fear,
Their battlements adorned with the spoils of our doubt,
The gates of our fortress, guarded by the sentinels of our tears,
The drawbridge of our hearts, forever raised, no way out.
In this realm of regret, we wander, lost and alone,
Our footprints vanishing in the sands of time,
The desert of our mistakes, a barren wasteland,
The oasis of our dreams, a mirage, a fleeting rhyme.
