The Piehole of the Absurd Open Wide | final version
translated poem:
opadła kopara absurdu (Wiatr_w_oczy)
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Moderator: Michał Zabłocki
nothing new was at the building site
concrete slowly hardened and was stiff
soon we knock off, time to go allright
Man is meant to relax, sometimes biff
sudden letter: better? a debtor?
is it dough which is owed every month?
all the profit's gone in this matter
the investor went bankrupt with a punch
look, squinted eyes enter with a bow
from now on wages "made in China"
no sweets, just acid, dough will be low
men awoke, sober, nothing finer
concrete slowly hardened and was stiff
soon we knock off, time to go allright
Man is meant to relax, sometimes biff
sudden letter: better? a debtor?
is it dough which is owed every month?
all the profit's gone in this matter
the investor went bankrupt with a punch
look, squinted eyes enter with a bow
from now on wages "made in China"
no sweets, just acid, dough will be low
men awoke, sober, nothing finer
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