Copla Cincuenta Y Siete This Bad Guy World
COPLA CINCUENTA Y SIETE: This Bad Guy World
All for the bliss in somebody’s arms
Just for those few lightning moments:
Never to last
Breed innocent kids by the swarms
Watch them turn into beastly gents:
Like us outcast
The lesson’s not trick of Indian rope
Birth Growth Joy all through filth in pain:
Abstain in stealth
The greatest invention is still soap
One way to tell God without disdain:
Thanks yet for death
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
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