The good child

May I dont know untie my shoes and I let the city bites my feet,
I won't to get drunk under bridges.
I won't make style mistakes.
I accept this destiny of ironed shirts,
I get on time to the cinemas,
I hand over the seat to the ladies.
The long derangement of the senses bother me,
I prefer the toothpaste and towels. I am vaccinated.
Look, what poor lover!, unable to get into a source to bring you a little red fish

around the rage of guards and nannies.

Julio Cortázar.