what’s wrong with me?

somebody,…

that pale old man

false nose, small wig,

oh, always, always!

breaths scarcely,

falls on his knees,

it’s like he’s going to fall,…

smell his excrements,

somebody cut the electricity,

got to have a lot of gold, for sure,

hopeless old man,

captured in his own way,

afraid to lose something,

dreamer of no horizon,

vessels that transport him from one place to another,

back home, where we meet,

what does he want from us?

have a guess, an endless erection,

made out of his own dispenses,

and other stuff,

and now he tries to get rid,

borrow some more money,

hopeless time-broken man,

i’ll tell you this, pal: don’t count on me, anymore,
for no reason and other stuff.