Bedienung / Service Gedicht / Poem Gedrückt / Pressed Rom / Rome Stadt / City
I wasn't born, I was ordered from room service.
I'd have no problem serving under any president.
Rome is the city of echoes, the city of illusions, and the city of yearning.
The idea of service leads to community.
A president can't go to every memorial service.
Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.
To silence criticism is to silence freedom.
People only see what they are prepared to see.
I love room service!
