12 November 2008


hey drunk do i need to kill you
am i doing this thing called love
my suggestion dangerous
I'm going into this door now

I hope this is not the workroom
a man works the hands of his clock
tired i hold a man and cry for help
i would write explain explain

in the middle of the city was an old house
here lived Chicago is this yours
metropolis story rearranged food
at last my work is ready son

a robot slave working droid
kill all the living workers
steps around the water bomb
what is the name of the house

what is the name of the city
i am standing to work
i am not a drone myself