I know that my pen laziness, I just
What about my writings.
My blank page grows,
my writing is in distress!
Yet the good times are coming:
Spring, time of renewal, and return
lil zoziaux .....
Too bad! I'm done!
must stop this story, or I'll fart
the mogette!
Please do not blame me,
For it is not of my own free
If I deprive you of my pills. Coup
depressed, hopeless.
But, perhaps, are what worries me
Who torment, take my noggin.
My future seems ugly
All my dreams have vanished.
must stop this story, or I'll fart
the mogette!
Imagination routed,
I turn around like a woodlouse.
Absent, hidden behind my door,
As a refugee in Beirut.
Down in my couch, eyes glued to
my screens,
Web and TV, ubiquitous
I saw the world and its dangers.
must stop this story, or I do
mogette the fart!
But what is this reality
What we are hammering at your leisure?
Brainwashing to build
a virtualized world?
E-mail, i-pad, facebook, twiter
Are the new keys to happiness.
Living alone for a better world,
sanitized, frica, "fliqueur?
is until this world ends, I
Or mogette the fart!
But how did we do before
To know, to say hello, smile
Se, find love,
To live together, altogether?
Some try to rip us off, we
crush us to pieces.
Faced with these smoke and mirrors, Monte
made me want to chant:
I feel a storm coming,
We will blow up the mogette!
June 2010
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