Mentir, mon ami

Deflated animals lie exhausted in my palms
The flatline is punched out, but the center is calm
If I could make just a single little wish today
It'd be a hundre years of solitude to drink and piss away
Not a cynic, I just love the way that nature plays

The rhino missed me by an inch
The lions hunt with ease
And the chimpanzee succeds me

Animalisticness freed me a long time ago
So there's no sence in trying to bleed me
As long as the moles dig deeper, the seed's free
To hover, and nobody above cares
No distrust, just adding up numbers
No justice, just us




Poetry by lou bergs
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Written on 2005-08-16 at 23:36

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Commentally Ill
"Animalisticness"

inventive.

a hundred years of solitude can happen in one day.
2005-08-17