To neighbors who reside above
I'm looking for some peace
At least, in English that's the word
In Armenian, it's hankist

I'd like to know the reason why
The TV's always on
You really never turn it off, 
I hear it dusk to dawn

But all is well that ends as well
I move out in the morn
I guess I'll just be thankful that
You weren't into porn.

What's the big difference
Between me and an ant?
It must be my sense
That 'I can' or 'I can't'.

I can't carry an object
That's three times my weight,
But an ant cannot carry
A heavy debate.

Or maybe it's a matter
Of 'will' or of 'won't'?
And the regret I might feel
If ever I 'don't'

But in all of these cases,
I foremost surmise,
That the most obvious difference
Is definitely size.

Dear soviet bus, haunting the streets
To you, life's not been kind.
Where once you served a thousand feet,
Those days now are far behind.

Though you're an eyesore
I'm still grateful for
The work that you've done for us

So with the street as your tomb
We inhale your fumes,
Dear Soviet-era bus.

What if my kitten could talk?
I’m certain that me she would mock.
Since I simply adore her,
Yet I feel that I bore her.

If she told me that, though...
I’d be shocked.

It seems to me that ‘work’ is such a controversial term,
Since people who are in control use it to make you squirm.

“Pay your dues, 
‘Cause who are you? 
You must earn the right to pride.”
And you could follow this advice until the day you’ve died.

On the other hand, 
Life is too short.
You should love how you pass the day.
But that you even have a choice is more than most can say.

So, can it be that all of us can do just what we love?
And put our best selves to the test with God’s gifts from above?

Or maybe, there are only few who’ll get to live that way
And for them to live their dreams,
Others must make three bucks a day.

Sometimes the weapons used in war
You can't see with your eyes
Like the ones responsible for
Our obsession with our thighs.

The Media has found a way
To leave us disempowered.
Because what better time to prey than
When we’re naked in the shower?

So grab your sons,
And take their guns
And teach them not to slaughter

But how can we shield,
From the battle field
All our unsuspecting daughters?