In the autum 1996 I was on an airplane on my way to Stockholm. The plane was filled with business people. Everyone looked sad and bored. I wanted to stand up and tell a joke - just to cheer them up. But I didn't have the courage.
Instead I wrote this little poem.

A joke is all you need
in times of gloom
and moments of
serious Swedish
jealousy and greed


A joke to make you laugh
but madness
of the fools
reveals their silly pride
in idols
and their golden calf.