I\'ts a poem without a birthplace.
A graffito on the wall of grotesque.
Trickster dead-end .
It\'s a poem in the rain
that pensive dogs , greet
by raising their paw...
\'\' 0ffer me the alms of a glance,
ladies,gentlemen and transgenders ! \'\'
I \'m just a poor doggerel scribbler ,
expecting lord Byron \'s inspiration !
I\'ts a poem that swings between
verbal logorhea and lethal diarhea .
Masterpiss vomit by some
vodka-soaked artifice ...
Eulogy of Donald Duck
or Jack the ripper\'s apology ...
Shogun ! I dedicate to you
this ultimate haiku before seppuku .
Welcome to the hanging bards festival !
Blake and Baudelaire are not in the cast
and Jim Morisson doesn\'t show up ...
It was a poem drawn like spasm
on toilet paper ...
Swallowed up in the nothingness of a sewer .