I wallow just like
the rest of the wet piglets
Slipping and sloshing
Like a virgin trout in love
At the hatchery
The mud
never touches my exquisite
cloven hooves
On very little sleep
I eat badly
all around
The entire city cheers
For what they get
With a lot of hard work
And very little effort
Bombs exploding
One after another
Rapid succession
Compressed, quantized and equalized
And the fans go wild
Just one conversation
Can change the whole
Mood of your poem
Pyro city in a water world
That’s my soul up there
Sun spots on the backs
Of our hands
More fireworks
Less drunken fish fight
Choreography
Let’s break a leg on it
We’ll make the stars dance
Like they dance on
Dancing with the stars
Schwervon! 