Nicotine out of sight,
exits and gingerbread,
the largest art exhibition, a pig picture
- New Democracy - it says
Seri intellectuals today, the new cool hipster
Millennium
politically dressed in black
fluent in politics, Marx
acute high fashion.
Serioso reserve mouthfuls of long, languid
greetings and hair intellectuals,
nothing for the king of pop corn, pumpkins, glasses trained
only cuts and gestures of young walking-Sartre.
Man-artist-reader-quadrophoenia
so intolerant praised its diversity,
while watching a funny picture-
tree that symbolizes a world elite?
The Pumpkin King is finally where he wants
in the leadership of the minds,
in the living room of those who think good thinking, but
recognizes only the red wine.
thick glasses blacks,
thick black jacket, thick curly
blacks,
prepares the reader's voice
- Waiting for the Revolution-
he says ...
Meanwhile, I stretch out my legs on the chair in front of the
The Pumpkin King is a little scared,
and from red to white rose
and roasted corn.
The player moves his hands, sing lullabies
of beef balls, I do not understand
these poems, because the law on his behalf
the words of another
writing in the world.
Intellectuals are well seated,
all black clothes, all over the top
stands some unfaithful greyish
the others are all behind the rows of chairs,
is just perfect for a concert.
The king has a green jacket and a yellow shirt, sitting
late, drinking and sweating, looking puzzled
the painter-timer
fluttering and pulls the canvas with his brush,
is a concept with many defects.
Hopefully in the end, confetti donate aluminum
or pills of wisdom, while the reader
rhyme convinced
and now the king is angry:
- Fuck the player, I say something
Trilla:
- Hello? No, the Pumpkin King is on vacation in Tahiti
and can not respond to phone-
What was I saying? Ah yes.
Fuck the player,
eminent colleagues.
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