Giraffe

The nice weather can’t take the fear away
Sunshine
Clear blue sky
My leaf
It’s after my leaf
During daytime
Flickering stars mean safety
It sleeps at night

So many trees
Loaded with leaves of all sort
Sunshine
Clear blue sky
My leave resists
It will not be eaten
Defense is optimal
The only leaf on me

Lonesome

Cruising the crowds of this city
Getting high on the mix of thousand odors
Streaming to places in the morning
Words roar and giggles faint
Floating moods collapse
Drifting anger clucks
Once peaceful
So lonesome

Wet

Dry is best
Smooth rich smelling content
Sure it was dry
Damn sure it was!
How come it’s wet now?
Why is my owl wet?
Wet owls don’t burn!
Wet content is a loss

My sweet owl is wet
Wet as monsoon
Sure it was dry
What’s happening to it?
Oh, Owl!!
You’re so wet
Can’t stand it
Only one remedy
Must blow my wet owl

Parkview

Running the sweat in your eyes
Round after round
Circling eighty-eight through the trees
White sneakers
Red blush
Hard nipples
Binoculars never lie

Start at noon every Saturday
From the Westgate to the fountains
Across dog poop meadow
We don’t care
Under the big tree
Lost you for a second
You breathe heavily
So do I

Waiting in the bushes

Silent, vicious, senseless
Don’t give it a reason
Dark, angry, furious
Let it wait
Mean, fierce, dangerous
In the bushes

German pleasure trip

High in the skies
Over the clouds
Across the sea
Towards London we fly
Got something to do there

Engine spins like a cat
We’re feeling just fine
Playing cards for money
Towards London we fly
Got something to do there

See the others outside the window
We’re with a lot
Stopped counting at one hundred
Towards London we fly
Got something to do there

We are close now
Clouds torn as we dive
Like furious wasps
Towards London we fly
Got something to drop there

They never expected us to come
We were uninvited
Now they run like headless chickens
Over London we fly
Loosing tons of bombs

High in the skies
Over the clouds
Across the sea
Towards Munich we fly
Got something to do there

Stonewashed

The ceiling is lowering all day now
It’s coming closer every second
But it seems ages since it started
Can’t move to escape
Feels like I’m made out of concrete
Trapped in this bed
The ceiling is coming closer
Crushing skull is on my mind
Stonewashed brain dripping out
Puke

Gut feeling on the street
Puke gushed from my throat
Over and over again
Almost choked on it
Strange patterns splashed the sidewalk
Smaller drops all over the street
Like a thousand part puzzle lies my dinner
Puke taste in my mouth and nostrils
Acid smell around me
Empty feeling
What a night!

Kings and ladies

Unfolding my lady
Dried blood from the scout and maid
I got them earlier
Now it’s a stupid beggar
The iron slides through his neck
Yes, she is sharp
My lady

She’s my army
My first line of defense
Unfolding her gives me strength
Exactly what a King needs
During hard times
So many enemies
So much to do

This beggar was too late drawing his knife
His lady
Must have thought he was a King
Ha! The sick sucker
Everyone knows
There’s but one King
Defended by his beautiful but fierce lady

Doggy style

My name means success
My signature means gold
I’ve come a far way to this point
Started as trailer trash
Working around the clock in the docks
I always did it doggy style

From the docks to the office
Paperwork all day round
Started early get home late
Manager I was made
Lots of fresh typist girls every year
I always did it doggy style

Managers were managed
Businesses were ruled
I always did it doggy style
Now they call me president
The company is mine
Feels good when I lift my leg over the toilet
Still doing it doggy style

Out of the closet

It was a hard decision to make
But you did it anyway
How long were you waiting
So many others did it before you
There’s nothing to shame
I took you out of the closet

You were there all summer
Saw you almost every day
When I got cold
When I needed you to warm me up
You finally dared me
And I took you out of the closet

We’re so happy together
Warm on each others skin
You surrounded my pale body
But now spring is coming
Your wool becomes to hot for me
Next autumn I’ll take you out of the closet again

Green

Mister Green told me to stop waving at his wife
He tells me almost every week
I just can’t help it
The way she smiles
Her big blue eyes
Her friendly looks

She works in a store at the corner next to the bakery
I drive by every day
Just to see her smile
When she sees me, I notice her shining teeth
I have to wave
A small gesture

Mister Green told me to stop waving to his wife
He tells me almost every week
They are a happy family
With a dozen children
Does he tell them too?
Only she has that smile

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