Freitag, 14. Januar 2011

caution! - poetry.

There was a time when I was young
the flowers grew the birds among
the trees were singing - it was spring.
And I was just about to sing
when singing birds just made their best
by shitting on my lying chest -
under the tree the birds were on.
I screamed out loud, so they were gone.
Now everybody wants me to
shut up instead of singing though
only I know my scream was wrong
misunderstood as my first song.

(imagine some sort of copyrigt here :P )