Punk’s song: poetry by Kai-Mai Olbri
Monday, August 31st, 2009Punk’s song
Infested with high science
like a rash-ridden man
fuck you!,
you nuclear shroom groomer -
let punk be the name for the century!
What are you staring at with these slit eyes?
Progress soiled his pants, or rather pissed.
Mother’s milk not tasted, fathers unknown,
young slut’s tits as the only remorse,
came the punk, intriguing on the rush hour
urinating freely, boldly and with anger,
successfully ridiculing the bourgeois,
born to a world, where the wanking humanity,
shed all the ideals, reaches an orgasm,
having stroked the brains with his palm.
written by Kai-Mai Olbri
(Translated by Tristan Priimägi)
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