Talented People And Those Who Prefer Paradise
I knew a young man once
we passed a lot of time
in the same room
together
we lived together
but nothing sexual
we both ate pussies
like they were bread
I knew a young man once
I said
and he was just
the best writer
that I’d ever read
young
cruel
true
a writer with balls
or at least he had balls
when he wrote
in real life
he was more
like a broom
I’m sure he will succeed
in writing I mean
and I hope
he will do it
writing stuff on social media
putting your fucking face
in front of a camera
at 5 a.m.
while you’re dying inside
and the whole world
out there is a mess
is what I call
talent
he was able to spend
the whole night
joining parties
here and there
he was a social beast
while I’m just a bear
that prefers to have sex
and get drunk alone
instead of listening
to stupid speeches
I always preferred to die
in my own paradise
made of naked boobs
alcohol
silence
and the moonlight
shining on my
naked balls
I don’t have any
kind of talent
to be sincere
but I’m safe and sound
and that is enough
for me
