Summender Schlag

[shemthepenman]

Summender Schlag


Der Dichter, er zieht Knarre und Stift 
wie willst du sterben du kleiner Wicht? 
Der Feigling rannte, raus aus der Tuer 
Ich will meinen Namen nicht auf Papier!

[Mopkins]

Buzzing beat


The poet, he pulls ratchet and pin
How do you want to die?
The coward ran out of the door
I do not want my name on paper!



hmmmmmm
the poet was anonomys with balaclava bound
asked his unwilling listener how his poem had been found
the unfortunate audience expired explaining why
the poem had been so posionous he'd promptly paled and died

[vagabond]

Summender Schlag


Der Dichter, er zieht Knarre und Stift 
wie willst du sterben du kleiner Wicht? 
Der Feigling rannte, raus aus der Tuer 
Ich will meinen Namen nicht auf Papier!

the good and the  bad and the ugly

in the burning noon sun
bullets are evidence -  
evidence kills
the order in this shithole of town
disintegrates.  
ideas are meeting their maker,
you´re losing
and this ain´t a movie,
the ugly remain,
their blood forming stains.
cowards run, crawl away
saving their hide
one more time.
the worthless treasure,
the dusty blank leather
i´m calling my skin.