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22.06.2021

The Birdcage

Open, open the bird cage
Watch the birds fly away, it’s beautiful
Children, if you see
Small birds imprisoned
Open their door, let them fly free
 
A small thimble
With three drops of water inside,
Above their perch
An all white cuttlebone
And a little bird, sad to live in prison—
That brings sunshine into the house
Or so they will tell you
Nasty men of leisure
Old geezers
Who have only holes of air
In their heads
 
Once in your life
You who are not like them
Do something that will make you happy
 
If your landlady goes tweet tweet on her balcony with her parakeets imported from Japan
And her yellow canaries and her Bengali birds
At your turn go cootchie coo and slyly exclaim, Lord what plumage!
But my dear madam you are wanted on the third floor
And as soon as her back is turned
Even if you won’t be forgiven —
 
Open open the birdcage
Watch the birds fly away, it’s beautiful
Children if ever you see little birds imprisoned
Open their door let them fly free.
 
04.07.2020

The girls of Camaret

The girls of Camaret
They all claiming being virgins,
But when they're in my bed
They prefer my privy parts much better.
But a candle!
 
Girl from Camaret,
Where's your maidenhead?
It sails on the waves
On a sailor's knob
It's swimming!
 
My husband, he's gone
Fishing in Spain,
He left me penniless,
But with my little hole
I'm earning some!
 
The curtains of our bed
Are made of red canvas,
But when we're in it,
Ass- rage takes hold of us,
Everything's shaking!
 
Oh husband, what are you doing here,
You're drilling my thigh,
You must have to be drunk
For not finding the hole
That pisses!
 
The Mayor of Camaret
Just bought himself a donkey,
A Republican donkey
To fuck-off the Prussians
Poor donkey!
 
The priest of Camaret
Has the balls hanging out
And when he gets to sit on them
Those are shoving up his ass
Makes him getting a hard-on.
 
Celina, if you loved me...
You'd make me noodles
And while I'm eating them
You would tickle on
My bollocks.
 
On the town square of Camaret
There's the statue of Hercules
And every Sunday morning
The priest and the sacristan
Screw him in the ass.
 
06.02.2019

Lily

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LILY
She looked rather cute, Lily
She came from Somalia, Lily
In a ship full of immigrants
Who all came willingly
To collect garbage in Paris.
 
She thought we were all equal, Lily,
In Voltaire and Hugo's country, Lily,
Yet in our musical language
A white note is worth 2 blacks,
That's quite a difference.
 
She loved liberty so much, Lily,
She dreamed of fraternity, Lily,
A hotel owner Rue Secrétan
Explained in no uncertain terms
That only whites were welcome there
 
She unloaded crates, Lily,
She held all sorts of dirty jobs, Lily,
She yells out to sell cauliflowers
While in the street her coloured brothers
Accompany her on their jackhammers.
 
And when they called her Snow White, Lily,
She did not fall for the old trick, Lily,
She went along the “funny” joke,
Though she had to grit her teeth,
So as not to give them the satisfaction.
 
She met a handsome blond guy, Lily,
Who would gladly have married her, Lily,
But the in-laws-to-be declared:
“Though we are anything but racist
We can’t accept this sort of thing'.
 
She had a go in America, Lily,
That emblematic democracy, Lily,
She couldn’t believe her eyes
When she found out that even there
Black was the colour of despair
 
But in a meeting in Memphis, Lily,
She met Angela Davis, Lily,
Who said 'come, little sister
Together we are less frightened.
Of the wolves circling the trapper'.
 
So it is to ward off her fear, Lily,
That she too raises an angry fist, Lily,
Among all these crackpots
Who set alight those busses
Prohibited to coloured people
 
Still, amidst you daily struggle, Lily,
You will meet a good man, Lily,
And the child who will be born someday
Will be the colour of love
That no one can question
 
She looked rather cute, Lily
She came from Somalia, Lily
In a ship full of immigrants
Who all came willingly
To collect garbage in Paris.