Big fish, little fish, cardboard box, sitting in a tree with crooked black branches,
Hung high to break--, swayed by the north winds, bent to the laws,
Kissed regulations of what we insist to create--
Kept quiet, endless sleep, zolpidem dreams, lucid rest in a dim-lit paper-nailed crypt--.
Tap your toes, break your neck, spread your wings,
Watch them get clipped, whipped and saliva stripped--.
Mute the beast, silence all songs,
Lick the brown walls,
The mirrored, tanned, coffee-stained walls-.
The passing lady's chipped tarnished heel,
“Click clack, clickety clack.”
You attempt to call but hear her piercing
Audible, vain downfall.
Sit down and enjoy your stay.
The pigeons crap on your roof
And laugh at your cowardliness;
They don’t respect your conformity--.
Buckle up your seatbelt,
It’s going to be a long, black, dull ride in your willing deformity--.
Let it rain, let the raindrops fall-,
Pray for the raindrops,
Pray for the raindrops,
Pray for the big drop--, one-legged hop-.
Pray for the raindrops---,
Paper mâché world, pulp it up, keep sane-.
Paper mâché world, pulp it up,
The champagne-filled brain-
Keep sane, fold down,
Hold down-, paper mâché world.
~X.Helmi
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