Its all cruel
Its all too cruel.
Even Butterflies are getting leaden
when stoping for a breath
on your shoulder
softly
like a nobble english man's chat,
wanting to share a natures secret.
Its all too cruel I say again,
but noone has ears to listen,
they only have mouths
and within they have bright dentures
with the best dentist's
signature,
so white,
so enviable,
so remarkable
worth of shuting the hell up
just to watch the tongue licking the white buildings
with such ecstatic moves.
Its all too cruel I say again
but the poets that
hated poetry are yelling in bars
under their beers,
or in mansions
under their expensive whine,
whine worth a servants life.
Its all to cruel
I shout now,
but its too late,
now I'm shouting something everybody knows.
Oh
give me another one bartender
and make it double
because I died young
and they didnt let me warn them.