Mr Ditherer

 

Dearest Mr Ditherer

It is not easy to take the risk of a choice

And even to make use of your own words

To camouflage yourself and bask in someone else’s reflected glory

At the bottom of turbid waters

Amongst mean deceptions and lies

Inferiority complexes

Awkward delusions of grandeur

 

Mr Ditherer it is not reason of embarrassment

Not being able to hit any mark

Having missed the umpteenth target irremediably

 

And it little matters

If your wife cannot help crying

Obsessed with the inkling

Of your several infidelities

She swallows unknown pains

And strong doses of sedatives

 

It is a habit by now, Mr Ditherer

To lose heart

To not be equal to your own ambitions

And to do some elbowing to stand out of the crowd

Ignorance is a not negligible complex

An abyss

One can conceal it behind silence

By dodging the danger of a moderate direct confrontation

 

Mr Ditherer it is not reason of embarrassment

Not being able to boast of any talent

Having run after the umpteenth train uselessly

 

And it little matters

If your wife cannot help crying

Obsessed with the inkling

Of your several infidelities

And after all she is not completely wrong

And it is not at all accidental

If lovers, friends and dreams are fading away

Your dog on the balcony has been waiting

For the privilege of a walk for months

And yet it loyally jumps all over you

When you’re back home at night

 

And it little matters

If your wife cannot help crying

Obsessed with the inkling

Of your several infidelities

And after all she is not completely wrong

And it is not at all accidental

If lovers, friends and dreams are fading away

Your dog on the balcony has been waiting

For the privilege of a stroke for months

And meanwhile your daughter asks you

Why ever life is so miserable