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In his dirty thousand-year-old laziness
the Karavlakh cannibal interbred his blood
the payment for the existence has never been
postponed and nor has he thought about it
and when he tried to be human he woke up
in the underworld without any commission
and he pooped himself his corpse’s shit
that the Jews, the Khazars and the gypsies
collected so that they anoint their legs with it
so that they stink of musk and they sifted him
through the sieve to take the misfortunes
out of him and they struck him to change
his fate and they always sing the same
Turkish Gyppo songs to him and he jumps up
like the salt on the saucepan but he hasn’t yet
found a duty of his shitty, he docilely reads
on the internet messages that spoil his accelerated,
heinous blood.
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