Heute mal wieder auf Englisch, weil ich so etwas eben meist auf Englisch schreibe...wie schon mal gesagt.
It's English again:
White Sleeve Man
You are slick
Like a wet lick
The things you stick to
Make me sick
I wouldn't bother
But throw a brick
Through the wall
Of your contrived Independence
Your "the future's the right place
It's time to enter new space
You never are wrong but the case"
And all those flat never-endings
You say: "you cannot buy one man?
Well, try to buy three
If that doesn't work, impose them a fee!
You still can't get them going?
Give them some drugs
Like heroin."
Of course, it's your contribution
So well elaborated
So subtle the turn of the screw
People will never get irritated
You sit in your leather chair
A smirk in your face
D'you think I never would dare
To tie you a rope as a brace?
I'm not running like you want me
I'm not working for your grantors
With your interests you won't trap me
I will not kneel before your vendors
Back off, White Sleeve Man!
With your idols and false games
Your Wall Street Journals
And high financial dice games
You go and break your own neck
In the traps
You set
For us
BerylliumN
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