Montag, 16. Februar 2015

Last Supper

I ate
But the child won't
It's fed
But the neighbors are hungry
They will eat scrapings
While their siblings drowning in booze
Except for that one guy
Who is aiming long before he shoots golden
While friends in live are aiming to survive
Not long before they're drowning in the ocean
Meanwhile their families get killed by weapons
That made some lost relatives rich
Whose children might hate them too
In their save harbours
That are running by poison
That fills the see
Where all the breaded fish sticks live
While I wonder
What should I cook for the last supper

Keine Kommentare:

Kommentar veröffentlichen

Schreib dich aus