Aah, essa natureza...

Eu tenho inveja dos patos.
Dizem por aí que o
Quack deles
Não produz eco.

Eles nunca sabem quando estão sozinhos.

Comigo não acontece o mesmo.
Esmo esmo esmo
Esmo.

A selfish's masterpiece

I know how it all started
It was a hot hot Sunday
Afternoon
god was on his underwear
Lying in bed
Bored
Feeling terribly lonely
No drinks, no cigarettes, just nothingness
And in a big bang creativity explosion
He began to write for company

First he made the world then
dinosaurs
But they were quite noisy
- and cats are much cuter –
Still alone he finally made humans
So he could have some fun with
movies, music, books, porn and stuff

Each person is a word
And our lives is god’s saddest poem
Sometimes we rhyme
Mostly of the times we don’t fit
- So I guess he is not that good writer
But he never stopped writing anyway and we hope
Someday he gets there ‘cause
It’s getting boring.

Oh fuck , I’m god now
And I could create a world or two
But I’m not only a lazy person
But also a good one.