Alerta paranoia machine
to businessman
or
not to businessman
everyone claims a piece of outerspace conciuosness
the anti-gravitatory shape of pop to come.
Bottles and ashes and pieces of greasy newspapers
Chicken bones
street dogs jumping in a sort of a kitten phase to collect ‘em
clashing like amused pigs in the dirt
while everything collides in the yelowish background
At some point all you can hear is the quick death beat of the referee
pointing his red card to the devil himself
wearing a tight and a tuxedo
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