27.05.2021
So that I don't owe them
Act IGovernment with the spoon and fork as a symbol
and a golden boy suddenly you have as a tyrant
A Prime Minister, who has at the side
every secretary, substitute as a frontman
everyone [is] The Birds of the excellent [aristos] and funny
and I would say 'Alright man, I guess he's joking,
our Louis XIV, our master, our anax'
if the world didn't swallow all day Xanax
Minister of disgust and primitiveness
is giving wide handed lessons of hegemony
But the Ministry of Anointing and of the cave
too gives other dimension in the essence of vulgar
Feathers and perfumes, all the rights
in the night's matters, automatically
abomination laws are passed, in the dirt
devil scatterings are the wind gatherings
Constitutional divergence, without shame
a psychotropic situation, without dope
Eight hour work, it's a banality
and every overtime, will be unpaid
outside the church, the worshippers
protest gathering? 'Eh, no man'
For every question of yours, they have a platoon
a nation in dystopia and captivity
Groups of suppression for you to be safe
in patrol cars the state is consistent
And blue uniforms inside the universities to show anger
on the students beating and chemical
Listen to the most reassuring
to have special force policemen in the living room too
you know, under the air conditioner
and you wouldn't want, my man, not even an alarm
He even speaks of growth, the foolie functional
he fancies ridicule international
And Brussels are having a true laugh
while the neighbors are throwing ships in the Aegean
that's why he bought a frigate, the fateful boy
the cataclysmic, what do you want, pleb?
'The most appropriate' in the fixed poll
for the middleman, with negligible monthly [salary]
Framed with governmental smart alecks
filled CVs, with alpha privatives
The unbelievably foolish and without regret
obviously unpunished, but seldom seen
unbearably undaunted and ignorant of history
the borrowed and unreturned and uncompromising
The pal, the agreed, the chosen one transferred
and the one that resembles lead and gold carved candle
Millions from here to some relative
for masks to be made by the one who fixes toilet flushes
Gift the assignment, for some repairs
to sisters-in-law, relatives-in-law, thefts and such
in secrecy, paranoia in the chronicles of Narnia
so many scandals that don't fit even in a Scania
Honey is the deficit and it's their concern
to leave a rubble, again in their name
Act II
I have sixth sense, I see dead people
sucking on the presidential nipple
Voters, wanderers passers-by
only loyal to football shirts
Gizmo is morphed into Gremlin with food
and the apolitical in starvation becomes fascismo
Far-right foundational corner stone
the goats are looking for a scapegoat
Scatter to me again the Skopje matters, on purpose
ancient helmet, broom, pounding
While refugee children, inside muddy waters
they're sinking, the attempts in painful swamp dreams
Cunningly the ones saying 'On the one side yes, but...' with bad temper
They have the problem, therefore they are cowards
Myriads voted for a whole life chicken thieves
they can't stand it anymore and they decided to vote for murderers
May you have a little job and wherever the scale turns
Helenes with one L, this scourge
You were acting like Hugh Hefner, with foreign wallet?
Now for decoration you have the tin pot
You are a snub in a 'low-assed' country
endlessly hillbilly alternative with a hole in the aerosole
having a great opinion, always abstaining
only a little you are a slave, as much as the liberal elephant steps
Look for comfort mister Pantelis, idiot
get used to the dildo and it will be comfortable
Again for the people, not even a doorknob man
you give ass and I will give pain in the polarization
Everything in corruption and in camphor
tragedy doesn't make a difference and whistle ignorantly
you are interested in loving your ass with passion
don't let conscience play various tricks on you
You think you are a master, but you are pleb
do you feel like a small bourgeois or like a small ridicule?
For sure you belong in the right category?
Are you the son of 'Take everything' or the son of 'Take the three'?
Yes, you are not the first, neither the last
you are in between, thus just accidental ones
and it's best to be last, rather than finished
because the last one closes door as he enters
Act III
Information from the Mass Media and woe
and everything is upside down like a right wheeled car
The common opinion's formation,
in below average perception and culture
Appropriate wording in the sentence with fanaticism
learning by heart makes sensation with sewage
Fooling, isolation and dazzling
the eyebrow is exhausted from being raised
Rusted mouths with plugs in the channel
the corpses are dragged on their knees inside the panel
They are mopping saliva, they are lighting up manuals
the devastation under the rug to launder bags
Airing to the tombola, with the euros as a fan
so you scumbags, [do] whatever the channels order
The current affairs in the principality
fakelicious, like a rotten show and reality
Shush, silence and be silent, the TV is speaking now
it's the form of government that the country has now
Rich [are] the gifts, speculative reports
it is debunked, the misinformation every hour
Everyone in your beds until the tempest is over
and 'Naturellement' will say the Pasta Flora
Front pages for every chief shepherd
the shit is going everywhere throwing them in a helix
Today fake news, they are calling their propaganda
with a paper mush made of euros, you can make a statue
Our leader in the set, for an encounter tête-à-tête
asks Pinochhio, answers Pinochet
Opinion making journalism
the regime's is being crafted the holy image
But don't be anxious, 'Hakuna Matata'
Don't be more of a terrorist than you must
No cat no damage, couch potato
awesome the news for the royal-blooded villager
I hope all the data are never known
because everyone will become festive pinata
Act IV
And here comes the pandemic, the fateful encounter
everyone in hysteria, a tempest in the brain
Everything in your life became a crime
'save yourself' is exuding a stench
The misery of the many, bulimia of the few
'the wolf in the turbulence...', the saying goes
Macabre statistics, are climbing uphill
and the state keeps a distance, in the 'logic but costly'
Easy the plan, to save the people
get locked in the attic, punishment and beating
Break the quarantine, a small salary for fine
with raw authoritarianism, intimidation and sadism
With the virus as a pretext for prohibition
with the motto 'Shit on the National Health System and make an oratory
shit on the recession and industries in shrinking
shit on debts and the locks in accumulation'
No way they will be recruited, doctor or a nurse
and the head of the clinic to become, a beggar and a thief?
No way they will invest a peanut for an ICU
everyone who gets sick should go home, to listen at Megadeth
Safety measures, with hope as a boat
measures that have the seal of responsibility exemption
Measures from balls that go around in a ballot
the conclusion, measures that are clenching your carotid
And I can't stand yet another oxymoron measure
[of social] class, ephemeral but permanent and painful
'Personal responsibility' says her highness
unless you belong to the government or you are her boss
Now get out, visitors, tourismo
Now it's your fault, dungeon and isolation
Safe, without income and enclosed
so he can wander, the Carefree-made
Funny dynasty that is flirting with the seven-year [junta]
and the Constitution [Syntagma], just a name on a square
Scientific committee is preaching
the ones who are kissing the priest's hand
But you don't catch it in good God's home
but know that kimono is a religion too
Infectious disease specialists entered violently our lives
they are everywhere Beaker and Doctor Honeydew
Fearmongers in the TV windows are dragging their corpses
and I'm laughing like Mr. Boutias in 'Erotodikio'
the detention center, you want to become familiar
with an sms to the pharmacy, for a sublingual pill
go [to] work on the bus and [be] at home at nine
so, bread, olive and COVID-19
Without freedoms, but don't be greedy
you have Netflix, you have the Apple Store too
Every home the labyrinth of Pan
the mother is beating the child and the child the mother
Old and young, telework, teleducation
and our lives from now on, with telechain
Assembly at home isn't allowed anymore
and the neighbor turns into a snitch
What bad luck, that the pandemic arrived
and the many's nuts turned to macadamia
Others careful and others stand on guard
others in everything 'X' and others in guilt
others in nature, vacation with acceptance
others don't have anymore tolerance to abstinence
or tolerance to another decree from the Occupation
neither patience for your opinion and explanation
Give a package to the minions of Kaiser
and I hope the billions are GoodPfizer
And when is reached the immunity in the herd
we will see how many bees will be left in the hive
and in the end, after Covid's blaze
how many idiots and waste, will exit without being hurt
Act V
The liar, the pretentious, urges for compliance
make a toast, to muteness and deafness
Eyelid fall, in your sluggish speech
Take your 'correct' and stuff it in your rectum
Stuff poetry to get shares
no speech for mobilization, though
Make a statement, make a declaration to me
and let the children arrange the protest
Okay I don't expect from you to tear a lion in half
and grow a pair between the legs
Hypocritical the critic and decorative
disgusting seems self critic to you
More correct than all the correct ones
more Chosen [Christos] than Jesus
and maybe more equal than the equals
you enjoy and bet on hate rhetoric
The fake solidary, doesn't want the discrimination
until the log out and the application is turned off
The same one, who if the person next to him drops dead
he doesn't give a goodbye fuck
Act VI
It's known everyone has opinions
and in the internet the coin has a thousand sides
With your stupidity in profiles en face
easily synapses, you can cut in half
Every scroll, stoning and aphorism
plethora of trolls, working by the hour
Flesh eating comments, clicks of support
by Death Eaters of Lord Voldemort
The battle will be judged, on the keyboard
on unfollows, on blocks, on mutes and on reports
The one side shouts 'goats', the other side shouts 'sheep'
and both of them follow after the downfall
More are the comments of every hateful one
than the takes of the dick of Giannis Kokiasmenos
From the other side the madam, doesn't sweat
The leftover food isn't good if you have WiFi
Yes babe, post the cute puppy
a lettuce, next to it a cup of tea and in the background a bonsai
Filter for the jaw fat, nails, thighs beach
Selfie in the location... 'Anesthesia'
Act VII
And we the artists the parasites
are swallowing the insults, unchewed
from idiots, yuppie golden boys
amoebas calling us lazy
The appointed ones are singing pretentiously
The fixed up ones are acting like Marcel Marceau
And the stars acting like tourists to me
the morning jobs, even the hobbyists are freaking
The artists stranded, with tied hands and feet
and inside the end of the world, necessity or luxury?
'Here the world is ending, leave the theater
where in the end, they are all perverse'
It is comfortable that the situation is a disgrace
who cares if they are starving?
In the television feast, labors are being burned like piece of wood
you will get the ass pocket's fluff as a stimulus
The authority's chosen, for communication
not even after the pandemic will they have a handshake
That's why I am not a worker of art
I am her husband and her hidden lover