Gentle ultimatum

Gathering palms in prayer every night
I raise a gentle ultimatum
If you do this or that I promise to do something good

My joy division is ready to fight the angels of sorrow
The flame of my love will burn all the villages of the Gentiles
My purity will make others feel dirty
Before my smile, Mona Lisa will look like a Babylonian whore
I will be the salt of the earth
So every morning I sprinkle salt on my neighbor’s flower garden
So every morning you pour salt into my girlfriend’s coffee

I want a world without sugar
Big Bang explosions of
Dubble Bubble Sugar Free Gum

Sugar Free-dom-in-nation

Mornings

With napalm red sunrises
When the dew looks pink in their light
As if the blood of a Vietnamese had just been spilled
Across the delicate lawn
Near my terrace

Where my son will try to catch the butterfly

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Jesus said: get up and go
TV commercial told: wash and go

I believe in Jesus
But I hate But I hate greasy hair
Much more

I don’t know which way to go
To be or not to be is equally scarce
What is the third option?
Answer me
immediately!

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There is a picture of Casimir's sarcophagus hanging above the Tabernacle
With a three-handed St. Casimir

Once I prayed I asked you
Who needs that third hand at all
You answered to cover the third eye

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It doesn’t matter to me whether you exist or not
My prayer is only a small hope
Of getting something for nothing

No more than less