Blue
Beaten by the rubber stick
he lies blue like gas flame
with galaxy full of violence
on his skin, right on the cold
bench, used only by ants
- his brothers in futile labor
He's a son of a cook with scar
of endless hours spent above
the oil for the hungry throats
of the costumed wolves, which
in return do not let her retire
he lies blue like gas flame
with galaxy full of violence
on his skin, right on the cold
bench, used only by ants
- his brothers in futile labor
He's a son of a cook with scar
of endless hours spent above
the oil for the hungry throats
of the costumed wolves, which
in return do not let her retire