Liver trouper / Florianconrad

uncertainty. May there be no drifting distant
shapes so they don't start taking on ancients
form: corodysmus, oil lamp, wartburg
(instead of the last one, of course,
Mohsa Ostentatienne Opera Sedan,
Or any free race car,
but dream a good thing).

I don't want to go back to Loneliness.
It's an highly nasty political party.

The swearing. My small and vulgar adulthood
is indeed an abandoned cottage,
And all the old commies came out of it.

I would pray, dear, that we would never
They didn't break up. I'm humbled, and I feel bad.

Confetti has been launched. I get it.
less than seconds before it falls on
The floor, I'm making a kidnapped paper out of it.
This is not, unfortunately, Tribune.
Fortunately – besides not Sunday Guest.

And good thing my medal never wins.
In a competition for the prettiest sheet.
Turns out it's not very sacred visually.
not hydrated enough.