I am spreading hellos to my friends like cancer
and now you may say - yes my lord.

My stomach no longer speaks the truth
This becomes worse after communism takes hold.
There's a form of freedom in the air
but it is only a placebo.

At the backyard, around the corner, in
the
near future
all that quacky stuff floats away
and now we are all confused
in a room controlled temperature...
I might stop right here and keep going.

Ok, now time for the sequence

All this horrible happiness
is smelly
I forget my ingredients
and arm robbery my belly
GO back to the helicopter
and stay away!, you mighty crook at bay.

Usually no.
Words are nearly a form of sentences
but what are you, word?
what do you feel?

Incidentally
god bless you, but not you, back there over here.
I do not taste you

By now we purge all beauty out of the places
and think to grow a nice terminal stupidity
and smile :)

Clap your bones
you've done it