CHANGING SECT

tags: EDELTRAUD 3: THE PSYCHOBITCH ===> DISMANTLING BIG TIME ==> THE AVENUE

17/1/2015



I phoned to Max, he's in Bahrain,
I phoned to Popi, she's asleep,
this cold is tedious to sustain,
and memories are hard to keep.

I pass my days ruminating,
documents scanning, days of old,
my solo pieces orchestrating,
but what about this fucking cold?

My bed is lonely, uninviting,
I'm bored with scanning our old docs,
I have some thoughts almost exciting:
If I could sleep wearing my socks!

I could be warm and hibernating,
dream Lemonia-dream Edeltraud,
innocent mental masturbating,
morning kicks off, the noise is loud.

This country needs some resurrection
and so do I, so live and hope,
approaching General Election,
I've seen you in the microscope.

Socialists look robust and gaining,
Conservatives as always lie,
to watch them both it's entertaining,
kissing their sweet arses good buy.

Then you'll be left dealing with Merkel
and I'll be left dealing with you,
we have already run this circle,
through all its constancies of blue.

This fucking cold I can't sustain,
coming from deep inside your heart,
Max, your' so lucky in Bahrain,
Popi, you too, my abstract art!

Conspicuously  the whores gone missing,
traffic is less than you'd expect,
for such a night you could be wishing
to end with all and change your sect.

Easily said, but hard to do it,
politics hold us all tied up,
ok my girl, don’t overdo it,
since we shared all, let’s share this crap.

So we are left devoid but cleaner,
I with a cold espresso cup,
maybe it's time to have our diner,
I'll stay awake, you take a nap.

*****

It's past midnight, I feel like walking,
but I'm too lazy to get dressed,
I hear you breathing, keep on talking,
tomorrow you will feel refreshed.