You Cannot Fuck About

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pelegrino
pelegrino
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LEMONIA (F)LEAP EDELTRAUD => THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL

HILLSIDE
SUNDAY MORNING
8/9/2013

YOU CANNOT FUCK ABOUT
(not addressed to anyone specifically-towards a generalization)

You never fuck about with Pachelbel,
Because he wrote the canon that describes you,
This music is too good, don't stay a girl,
Become a woman, every entry bribes you.

You may not fuck about with Albrecht Dürer,
He painted your portrait before your birth,
Your old folk still admirers of führer,
They tell you you've inherited the Earth.

You may not fuck about with Balzac,
Because he wrote the stories that interest you,
You may take your life in a zigzag,
Cause if you go straight, they would arrest you.

You may not fuck about with Castrucci,
Almost unknown composer of Baroque,
His music good enough for woochy-woochy,
Its quality becomes to you a sock!

You fuck about with things that you don't know,
Your youth as an excuse is running out,
The fastest you could run is far too slow,
Don't fuck about with me, my Edeltraud.

You cannot fuck about with Zola,
Because his stories probably contain you,
I watch you and I say, "Oh, lala!
I have not spent my life just to gain you."

When Mozart was a young man he would laugh,
I'm not a young man, so I'll do my crying,
I was in love with you, a Smartphone buff,
So beautiful, so much self-dignifying.

You cannot fuck about with Karl Marx,
Because he wrote the tales that explain you,
You're just a duck among so many ducks,
People can only love you, they can't slain you.

Don't fuck about with me, don't take the risk,
Cause whether I am wrong or I am right,
With eloquence reminding of Saint-Just,
I'll cut your head off and I'll justify it.

In general, don't fuck about with truth,
Cause you don't have as yet the know how?
How long can last this ever lasting youth?
How young can be an ageing German cow?

*****
So, there was life after you, I could not know,
I only had my secret windows to unlatch,
Farewell to you, my lovely dream of long ago,
We are both human, we don't differ all that much.

To me, that's all you will be in a few years:
Just an unfuckable cold woman from Westfall,
If I no longer want to fuck you, have your tears,
I had my own, now your story sounds dull.

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