The most common things in our town are:
Political parties,
Poverty,
And divorce.
We have ten and a half parties in every alleyway,
All of them are working to reject disputes.
All of them are splitting in half every hour.
And from those two halves, two halves split from each one.
And then they split from their two halves for the sake of unity.
Burning embers spark and die out,
And the cold remains.
And nothing is left of them,
Except for the ashes of the fire.
I have not a comrade left,
Although the town was overcrowded with thousands of comrades.
So, I formed a party of myself.
Then I - like all of the people - declared defection from the party.