Satire is ether
and so
everyday is Larynx Day
We pour a bitter drop
‘
and our bones, they squeal
yet motionless
our tendons, they stretch
out of sight
our nerves
just can’t remember
they were spoiling
for a fight.
PS: Saboteando la MIR (día 116)
Satire is ether
and so
everyday is Larynx Day
We pour a bitter drop
‘
and our bones, they squeal
yet motionless
our tendons, they stretch
out of sight
our nerves
just can’t remember
they were spoiling
for a fight.
PS: Saboteando la MIR (día 116)