Cobra Casanova


My melodrama, gypsy earrings, broken girl, sick cows

Nevertheless, states go on and on and on

A rape and a murder

Our dark tendencies

They are just dead giveaways

To the emptiness that is our soul.



Like a million such melodramas,

An incident created this well

I'm sitting in it now

I'm anxious, and that makes me scream out

I'm scared and that makes me freak out

I observe,

The walls of this well;

They not of mortar and stone,

They're just ugly pieces of melodrama.

As I keep sitting in the well

Events happen as the night unfolds

Brothers turn lovers after dark

Lovers turn tigers

Tigers have red eyes

Red glowing pieces of charcoal

Whores get branded in brothels

Fairies scream

Sons bring heroin to mothers

Fathers peddle dreams, and pixie dust.

It's past midnight now,

Brothels operate harder than banks in the morning

Saints smoke weed,

Priests visit fairies

Bless them with love, drink their blood

Everything has a price

They say with a smirk

It's past one,

Chicken arrives in trucks

Fish follow chicken

Vegetables follow fish

Huge city, huge appetite

Walking graveyard of dead men

Broken monks

Castrated little helpless society

Fattened up to how my heroin-addicted friends would like it

It's past two now,

Vampires come out

Coffee kicks in for the unhappy professor

He's about to get murdered tonight

His poems do not sit well with the castrated societal pigs

Middle class bankers toss in bed

Some virgin remembers a bad dream

Some virgin gets panic attacks

Some uncle sneaks into his niece's room to touch her

Its past three,

The virgin now feels like texting the sad student

Then she remembers

Monks don't speak

She stops

Quits

She got plenty of fools to dive into a fire

Outside, a lady appears

She cleans for the little school where the whores kids go

Its past four now

Subaltern species start to wake up

Fallen men leave the city

The city is clean again

No more Narcopolis

The call repeats

The raucous call of a wet raven

Eternity rains flowers on the prophet's grave.

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