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Here I am, sitting bored, with my back to the girls,

Who make my life so interesting, so freaking nice,

'Cos talking to them is like the pigs getting the pearls,

I may be a man, but, hell no, they aren't my vice.

They may like the attention, but they just don't give enough,

They can go their own way if they wanna act tough.

Hell, no, I won't bow, its my way or the highway,

I won't be the victim, though they think I'm the prey.

World peace is a myth when my mind is this crazy,

I'd rather sit here and act like I'm lazy.

I really don't care but I ain't a potted plant,

All this nonsense sounds like a Gregorian chant.

I guess the rage is all gone, 'cause I feel wasted,

The bitterness of life is all that I've tasted,

And I guess that this is the final threshold,

I've ate the bread and found the bread mold.

How can you just sit there,

And push me to a corner.

Sitting there on that wooden chair,

Making me sound like a mourner.

I come, trying to ask a boon,

But you make it sound

Like asking for the moon.

Tying me up with many a bound.

Come on, get your arse off of the sidewalk,

Take a walk with me to your living, burning hell,

I hate your face, don't look me in the eyes,

Talk to the darkness, I can't see a thing.

Talk the talk, but you never walk the talk,

Don't you hear the death knell, that little golden bell,

Write your will, say your last bye-byes,

Don't talk to me, I ain't a lovely fling.

This ain't disobedience, just a little chat,

Why are you so serious, smile a little bit,

Blood on the walls, its just a flesh wound,

I don't feel a thing, I've got the analgesics,

Surely you can't see me unless you're a bat,

Not a guy, not a broad, just a little chit.

I've got my mind, I wouldn't just swoon,

I'm Wolfram; I ain't Giesekes.

There He Stood

The sky was dark and grey,

Threatening to break into rain

Any moment, Man to pay

With interest, God's wrath and pain

Turn dry to teary day.

There he stood,

A pedibus usque ad caput,

His heart, bitter wormwood,

Aut vincere mori aut.

In open dilemma, saying,

Auribus teneo lupum,

Not anyone would care.

Bide he codex luris Canonici,

Claves aurea Sancti Petri

Could not be found on earth,

As it is in heaven.

But turn away from darkness,

And contra spem spero,

Look for the hope which never was,

And never will be,

Never.

Missit me Dominus,

Minatur innocentibus,

Qui parcit nocentibus.

Motu proprio,

Mos maiorum,

Mulgere hircum.