A single ticket to Mars

I would like to be reborn 

as a may poet  in a mars suburb,

turning pissy gray into red tornadoes

 My couch potatoes city flatters 

in a polite Flemish manner ...

A girl in black  frozen in the scream

of her boredom, fancies herself as Madonna....

The girl in black is only available

to tricks mongers and monkeys around...

One day I'll wake up handsome hangman,

it'll make the vile rascals laugh ...

And the dogs will leave mails 

at the foot of my tree...

It rains tears of crows in their sunday best ,

the streets are dripping their faulty loves

that smell of french blue cheese ..

In the metro there's a guy with a haddith faith

who sends everyone  to  hell ...

   ''One single to Phobos mister bullets collector"