Grotesque Through Incoherence Sunlight
Shippin’ on an exotical rum through a straw
Which stris up my taste buds, collie weed in hannd
To get my eyes red in a lively vanilla tase.
OK, unstressfull existence, here we are, sunset on my
golden island.
On my bed this sweet and bright sand,
I fall asleep, naked, embracing my goddess under palm
trees,
Smearing up with coconut milk
Gorging ourselves with guava and full of fruity flavor,
Exotic food, sweetned, and digested at midnight, foot
caressed in coral.
Enough of those uptight suit ties, better at kickboxing
and juring than listening, I will never sell off so many
harmful terms for this concrete cell.
Representing this society I belong to.
To avoid the cynicals and the indifferents,
From Atlantic to Pacific,
To this slow motion world where pacifism is established
In regard of all this, I’m not that sad, and you ?
What catches more your attention ?
One dough, two stress, three joy of living, I think to
get the second choice you have to go through the first.
Hey man, every dream has a cost !