Once again we've said too much:
all that evil that grows
in the bottom of your stomach
and perhaps in your heart too
You almost have the upper hand
and like a winner
you book a room in a hotel
where you supposedly spend the night
Personally you are the Christ to yourself
and others wait for your absolution
and you, personally,
the only dictater,
the lead in so many other lives
You bother your friends,
as if you acknowledged the Heavens
what was said:
"You pig!" and
"I hate you."
It's time to call already
fighting was in vain
Right away, you want
those kids and that garden again
One day she will
grow tired of everything
Someone else makes a mistake
and somewhere falls for you
And you find another victim, rose mouth
this all will happen all over again