I’m said to be playful
I’m also said to be sensible
Okay, I used to go to school
Without any kind of school bag
But that doesn’t mean I’m edible
In fact, this is to resist against disintegration
If English is the chosen language
However, another kind of goal
Is at the heart of this poemal
In effect, if I don’t seek universality
At the same time that I seek sustainability
And, parenthesis, this is now quite an aporia
For anyone who doesn’t already have a place on the checker)
I want these sweet and I hope poisonous words
To be able to get insidiously into some shadow’s ears
Okay, I reread the beginning of my poemal
I’m also thinking of its strangely long title
I wanted to talk in length of my disappointment
One could even think of the « naughty » word dismay
In front of Capitalism’s offer, not that I’m demanding anything
Outcast mainstream games for zombie ants in service of the army
President’s stupid smile on new year’s eve, you’d see the society…
I know that if someone is reading this in Belarus, which I doubt
She would be incredulous of such a judgement, concerning la France
Obscurity is reining over the country of the Enlightenment
Private spirit has conquered the State’s head and heart since the 80’s
This nation is an old mafioso in an old clerk’s suit, as are its lobbies
His consulting firms, the waltzers and other groovy bankers in its corridors
I’d love to re-enchant my existence among others
I’d love to re-enchant the world at large, with one charge
I’d love to talk, sometimes, to a girl, or to a woman, for a change
I’d love not to be forced to self-censor at every exiting verse
Because sometimes their behaviour is so outrageous, so abominable,
That one is tempted to injure back, to ask for payback…
If I’m a smart snake,
Preparing a devilish plan
To satisfy my greedy nature
I’d like to save this text
Which runs for no check
Although a kebab and a Coke would be no refusal.