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Work And Rich Babies
BT (01/11/82 - 01/11/2012 / Lebanon)

Work And Rich Babies

Poem By Bera Tremoz

I said I'm a dog, I said I want to be alone,
She said I'm blind.
no dog wants to be alone in a place where
babies cry, and kick, and whine, and cry.
she advised me to try it, to lick them,
their fucking needy asses full of feces waiting
to explode in my face.

I said I'm a rebel who gets what he wants in
the end,
She said I'm blind.
no rebel wants to be living in a place where
rich fuckers cry, and kick, and whine, and cry.
she advised me to try it, to kill them,
their fucking needy heads full of blood bills
and rob them dry of their misery.

I said I meditate, I said I seek to transcend.
She said I'm blind.
no god wants to live in a place where
insects cry, and kick, and whine, and cry.
she advised me to try it, to kill myself,
an ego full of ego, full of feces, of blood
and transcend it all for good.

I said I talk too much.

She said nothing.
She left the next week.

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