Liebe TechnikA Poem by L'Enfant Terrible
Where is it? Where is the night?
-Is hidden beneath gentleness- Bless the poor and whip the bourgeois Starve the businessclass and redeem pariahs. -I like this weather, it combines with your eyes- Touch, crush, lick and suck all the wealth you are now in charge of, Mr(s) president aka hideous pig top (wo)man. -Tell me stories of who have you been, what have you done, where and how. Did you enjoy it? Why?- The Stand der Technik of these intellectuals makes me cry, so frivolous I'd choke you with my caviar before flying to France. -Smile you look prettier, if such thing can happen. Tell me something in that language of the north you speak since birth- Take it, loathe it, kill it, on my knees born of faith I'll fight with you and make sure we win, cos they're thirsty in a way you never had been, bye bye Mr. shine with the flame in your Absolut. -Come and let's make sweet love, after all is only midnight-
© 2012 L'Enfant TerribleAuthor's Note
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