Nippon

Eaten by the system
mayhem, ecosystem

You smell of discomfort
my sweet little comfort

I’ll give you pure flowers
made from superpowers

Take you to the bookstore
of centaurs and folklores

We’ll fly to the sun,
land of the rising sun

Sushi and sweet rice ball,
too much cholesterol

Toyota to Chiba
Goodbye Hiroshima.

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