Κυριακή, 25 Οκτωβρίου 2009
Crème Goût Amer Anglaise
To pen a thought of poverty is poor
To grudge against humanity is horror!
Fighting for goals constitutes myriads of canned food
Getting out of your "village" leaves the crowds in their noose
Castration of the masses for the ideal dream
Impalement of fascination for the working tranquility
Madames and Monsieurs strolling around the guillotine
Former presidents elect their Bills in Hell's pits
Growing to dream and hope only strangles the morality of the plebes
Performance of a false sensation blurs the reality of political thieves
No postal bird to carry the messages of hope across
Only boiled water for the poor whose eyes are gauged
Driven mad by imagination of words in verse
Manifestation of utopian glories create a dead human crest
Logic, we were given by the force of the Milky Way
Thank the Lord we use it to cheat, steal and murder our promiscuity away
Hysteria of laughter numbs our utopian pain
Giving our minds the chance to accept their burning
Culture of Europeanism flatters me in sleep
Waking up into the Western fatalism makes me wonder...
....what the hell are we?!?