there's a hole in my arm;

o, i am poor and smiling

big just for you folks

please watch

please remember the way the light shines off my yellow teeth

i don't have the weaponry

to destroy your ugly hatred,

towering so high, like skyskrapers

so, let's ride horses as we scream

and swing our swords at the sweaty

bodies of salaried workers, just to hear the sound

of steel slicing through flesh and crushing bones

take about fifteen loud minutes making this sick and frantic music for children, then

take a taxi back to the suburbs

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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