Kids ! Its no longer all about wooden horses
and fairy tales !
Hallelujah ! Not even war kills
one line metal soldiers anymore !
Santa has adapted the market fluctuations
and donned the Chat GPT costume !
Dr.freud diagnosed me with a poetic malfunction
that is irreversibly drawing me into
a bloody quantum delirium !
I need to take a detox at disney world ASAP...
Serpent\'s witnesses straight out
a leni Riefenstahl production ,offer me
the green fruit of the garden of delights...
His eyes clouted by night and fog ,
Dr. Goebbels says affectionately to me :
\'\' You will be an informant my son ! \'\'
Knight in the arms of a satin Barbie doll ,
endless dizzy spell dance in open spice...
Roles are not predefined .
They interwine and merge in lustful decay ...
Kids ! The wooden horse kicks the lost dreamer !
and fairy stroll along the sidewalk ...
But we probably shouldn\'t tell you that
before you go to sleep ..
Poets are mischievous little rascals
who remake the world by gazing
into the infinite depths of their umbilicus !
Sometimes ,just to look fresh cool ,
they climb the trending ladder ,
displaying a noose-style tie !
and their avatars to applaud ,knowing
that nothing has changed and that tomorrow
the honor collectors might be on strike...
Refregirated meat bags aren\'t affected
by the tribal warning ...
I see is the crowd wearing the sacred mask
of the faceless ones.
Grim farce of the new era ...