pompous typewriter blank blank beginnings,
ah, breath, first thing a writer's block,
**** it! go for a walk, travel to paris,
stick it out with romance of the 20th century,
god these ****** romantics, they came
from the 19th century, they're on the comeback,
buggers are no longer romantics wishing
for the Greeks (no one wished for the resurrection
of the Roman, odd, ah blah blah centimetre
between each later, put ye-r glasses on
and write me something in hebrew, even
an english word, but using the hebrew alphabet -
i'm currently seeing my Greek optometric
dystopia doctor) - the romantics are back:
romance of the typewriter, the blank page,
the wind of sudden inspiration - ah wee, gee
here we go crawling on all fours on a floor
covered with furs - and yet there it is,
a whole encyclopaedic entry point,
i wouldn't call it plagiarism when all you do
is look at a page filled with writing, having
hardly read it, and... you're off, hounding
the blank whimsical idea - but this romanticism
isn't as grand, it doesn't really have the original
roots of romanticism, no higher ideal...
it's materialism pure and simple, the little
things in life, they say, make all the difference,
which had to be a natural by-product i guess,
they learnt the lessons from the first movement,
now nations mock each other, internally
and externally - who tells the best joke wins
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