I'm Tired

[Simple Tania]

I'm so fucking tired!
Tired and stopped from within
Unwilling about a course to follow
Unwilling of escaping
Unwilling of staying
Stopped from inside
Look around unaware the place
The persons, the language, the moves
An outlined by schedules sadness
This miserable odor around us
Like if nothing happened
And everything was on tracks.

Tired of those motherfuckers passing by
The stupid idiots,
The same that one day a vote cast on TV
So Full of themselves,
Thinking they are performing a magnificent task.

With wickedness refinements
They know how to justify corruption
A desert ideology
The meaningless odd projects
Their gentle reforms and perks
Those idiots sat face to face on a TV screen
At dinner time to vomit
A marinade cake of clueless words
Son f'bitches! They eternal themselves!
They take themselves as serious
And they fuck our brains with their banalities:

-Sire, you're going to excuse me-
All I want is to have them out of here
In a refugee camp elsewhere
Watch them smoking while shaking their skeletons
Around other skeletons
In that mix of smells and cramps that suffocates
Only just that, it suffocates!


END OF PART 1

[Boris327]

They're the Government of my Country
And the blind followers of my now "Patrie"
I'll be a Yellow Vest
On that, I can invest

[Simple Tania]

I'm tired
Of living in this little country they devour
Shielded by the most miserable excuses
This musty puddle where they graze
Fat ones getting fatter,
Rich ones plumping nonstop,
Stupid ones screaming,
Faggot ones shaking their toes in the air,
Motherfuckers mumbling around,
Nursing the state's tit
While still wet!

Don't know shit about history,
Don't read shit about anything
Besides the front page of a sport's newspaper
An economy newspaper on the run
And a political newspaper, just because!
Don't know shit about man ideas,
Democracy, 
Athens and Rome
The tribunes and the open doors,
Ethic and dialogue of those,
Who invented the government of the people, 
For the people.

They just keep the circus and tame the beasts
Feed the family to diarrhea
Accept absolution
And wash their paws in holy water of healthy coexistence.
As long as all are sustained in the support of the system
Contracting (oh! Neologism) the small cattle
Emphasize the speech of guilt of others
For politically correct schizophrenia:
When they scream, 
they even seem to take themselves seriously;
But deep down, 
in the parliament chapel,
The written script it's followed by the current shadows.


END OF PART 2

[Elder Statesman]

Dear Tania!

Let me be your Valentine!

[Simple Tania]

mmm... perhaps not! giggles*

[Elder Statesman]

(02-14-2019, 10:40 PM)Simple Tania Wrote: mmm... perhaps not! giggles*

awwww!




Hehe!