It's s seventeen o'clock
in the metropole
near the airport
along the canal
the taxidriver pulls me by the collar
He tells me: "Get out"
with a nepali accent
He tells me: "You're a vampire"
you stink of alcohol
Near the central station
very close to Harvey Nichols
and without firing a shot
unluckily
a big blow resonates
an undercover cop collapses
It has been a blood bath
witnesses will tell it
It is written
in their statement
The Hinduman is hit
he pisses blood
the cop is deceased
or he pretends
I take the gun
and the gloves
and I shoot in the air
and on passers
I don't know what happened to you
You found this funny
and so novel
and so relieving
then you reversed
It has been a blood bath
the golden gun between teeth