Right on.
Give me that bitch-mess shit.
Yes, the whole choking bit.
I tried to hide.
I tried to get by, slide.
But now I'm standing right here
But now I'm standing right there.
In the middle of Babylon.
In the heart of Buyingdom.
In the middle of little shacks
golden shimmering stacks
loud singing packs
Little angels with horrifying cheeks
staring happily for weeks n weeks.
What a mess. Ou bitch!
suddenly I am part of a heaven gone kitsch
or is it crazy paranoia of some old witch?
Am I sharing the navel of a world gone rich?
Ou bitch!
Of a world in a hurry in a flurry?
with too lil spice and too lil curry?
Ou mess!
A world rather sweetened
a world overseasoned?
Ou bitch!
It is always the same short quicky
at the end of yet another year
gone tricky
gone on the fast lane?
Yes, it is all the waiting who's to blame.
Ou bitch! Ou mess!
Could you please pass some time?
I shout it out!
Could you please pass some time?
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Next to me: a wonderful dark angel
is freezing is waiting is thoughtful is looking
and I try to imagine how waiting would feel like
Waiting for her in the double sense of meaning
waiting in any case
waiting instead of living
waiting as substance and base
waiting and giving
giving in
to bitch-mess time.
But alas!
All humanity seems to be waiting no matter from where
no matter if you care
no matter when
big clock Big Ben
It is I who stands here yet there
and while asking why thoughts are going by
people keep strolling and memories floating
byebye bye!
Black stained ink is waiting to dry
for eyes to fly
for a dove to spy
for a child to cry
without any reason
in this
blessed best rest crest ever season.
But rewind and cum again!
Could you please pass some time?
Together – alone – forever??!
Ou bitch! Ou mess!
What a wrong!
Ou bitch! Ou mess!
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