With a broad chest
a ************ tongue
beautiful feathers, a hot breath
and a forked tongue
they live on our skin
We little ***** rats in the eyes
of the screaming crowd
that rattles the fences
in the zoo, the cages
in which we are trapped
The gorillas who clear the way
the hyena who says she is helping
the peacock who dresses our hair
the dragon for our image and
the hissing of the tour manager
Don't step on their tails
and don't feed them, please
Just let their airs
explode, no more ground
beneath their feet
Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 4:23 AM UTC
With a broad chest
a ************ tongue
beautiful feathers, a hot breath
and a forked tongue
they live on our skin
We little ***** rats in the eyes
of the screaming crowd
that rattles the fences
in the zoo, the cages
in which we are trapped
The gorillas who clear the way
the hyena who says she is helping
the peacock who dresses our hair
the dragon for our image and
the hissing of the tour manager
Don't step on their tails
and don't feed them, please
Just let their airs
explode, no more ground
beneath their feet
Novel "the ground beneath her feet" (1999, Salman Rushdie), chapter 1 The Keeper of Bees
Music album "Hot rats" (1969, Frank Zappa)
Collection "Low gear"
