image: Fernando Botero, Kidnapping of Europe, 1995, oil on canvas
(inspired by the America*s Ginsberg or something)
Europe I have given up a finger and you take all my hand
I am going to kidnap you like a white bull
and all my ugly whores will scream
I will make love to you underneath the yellow tree
and the tree will become evergreen
this is getting serious I am sick
of your nice paranoia
and tired of praising you
like Noe fishing in the desert
Europe for every single of your
connections on Google
China has sixteen times more
there is only one Switzerland
many holes of little terrorists
and counting
Europe you still keep me waiting
expelled like thieves on the border
to defend your mice from the lions
Europe two euros and some change
in American cents
and one hour of my
stupid working abilities
Europe go fuck yourself with the elitist wind of change
I feel pretty ugly about your schizoid beauty
I feel really childish about your porn
and my clitoris likes you
Europe my politicians have no more
ways to steal my poor dreams
where the bloody hell should I go?
Europe I don*t like it but I have to go out
to find some food
and watch you get high
Your significant machine busted us
steering at you naked
from a safe distance Europe
we gonna fall in the monitors
with a hand outside
like Alexander The Great
Europe three hundred Spartans will fight for you
with Hollywood and Godzilla
and they don*t
stand a fucking chance
