Freitag, 3. Februar 2012
4. ARE YOU RUNNING AGAINST WALLS . . .
guennisseite, 12:44h
( A poem by PETER RUEHMKORF 1929 - 2008, Ger. )
Are you running against walls,
man, what kind of rubbish?!
Any time its over,
anytime its The End.
Yesterday still some songs
everybody together;
and already you are again
out of the program.
Comes an interviewer,
asks for sense of life,
hit this pompous idiot
a serving minced meat!
Does he think now he got
- wesayjust substance -
you and a soft something
flee out of the land.
Bon voyage, you both
around the world and watch -
Love handles suffer
like comes from nature.
MY WEB-TIP: http://www.relaischateaux.com/us/
Are you running against walls,
man, what kind of rubbish?!
Any time its over,
anytime its The End.
Yesterday still some songs
everybody together;
and already you are again
out of the program.
Comes an interviewer,
asks for sense of life,
hit this pompous idiot
a serving minced meat!
Does he think now he got
- wesayjust substance -
you and a soft something
flee out of the land.
Bon voyage, you both
around the world and watch -
Love handles suffer
like comes from nature.
MY WEB-TIP: http://www.relaischateaux.com/us/
