Dieu dit
J’en ai marre :
De plus en plus cons
Les hommes creusent la terre
En extraient la moelleMinent le sol sous leurs pieds
Il ne restera plus que des trous
Du gruyère d’ici peu.
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THE CRY – LE CRI : A CHRISTMAS POEM (kind of)
We struggle through life
Dragging carrier bags
Heavy with what we know
But once a year we dream
That the world stops running
Its habitual course
Just long enough
For God to put in
An appearance
GYM STUDIO
Shrink, priest
And confessor
The gym coach listens
In muscular manner
