He laughed about the idea of a god asking for permission

He joked about the prospect of talent waiting their turn

Sing ...
Sing ...
That is NOTHING !
 Idiots ... !
Sing , by crusty bread .
For you anything goes !
Fools !

Until the last day I will ask ragweed .
 Up to the last , against the wall !
Better be vencid , than to be forgotten
But at least I cry , sweat and expel my soul !
 You die with your soul in your pockets !
folded ,
useless
 Just like money not spent abroad .

******* ...
You Apologize
Laughing together
about your own failure .

Embrace the rage .
The man of the future does not go back to be benevolent .
Express your devotion
Ask apologize and thank !
 Give thanks for the arrogance
because it leads you !

And you, woman of the past !
Thank his claws in your flesh
That lead you through the air ,
Although he was distant .

 It grabs you like a bird of prey ?
Burns the house where you were born ?
So what?
How much is to be timeless ?

Forward!
No silly demands ,
Without losing time,
 and without looking back !

Would I be correct to assume you are what you do?
I see you watching TV -- oh, you must be a watcher.
You walk across the street -- no way you're anything but a walker.

She eats, so why not call her an eater?
He sleeps, so he must be a sleeper.

Why is everyone so naive? -- they must be naivers.
Cause if they do it, that must all they are. Right?

I may write poems,
but I am not a poet.

I write the same way you watch TV;
I  watch TV the same way you cross the street;
I cross the street the same way she eats;
And I eat the same way he sleeps!

I am not what I do,
That's not even close to true!
And neither are you,
But if that's how you see me, that must be you.