Nottamun Town
Ten thousand was drowned that never was born.
I’m irritated by things, informed by things, yeah,
I’ve ignored things, commented on things.
We send things with drones, things, they clone themselves
Sometimes they’re in leadership positions.
Things understand us, hear all, see all.
Things replace people, things overtake.
Wish us a good trip, sing us to sleep,
Things in the hand, things seem so smart.
Things go ritsch, things go ratsch.
Girls take things from their clutch.
Things go piff, things go paff.
Boys want things in the club.
The helmsman lies, the captain is drunk
and the engineer’s sunk into dull lethargy
the crew are loud perjurious scoundrels
the radioman too cowardly to signal SOS.
Klabautermann pilots the ship of fools
full speed ahead and course to the reef.(Klabautermann is some kind of evil spirit who sinks German ships. I’m sure there’s an English equivalent, but I don’t know what it is.)
The other money launderers and pimps–they’re waiting already–
Bordello kings, slot machine barons,
In broad daylight–nobody has to sneak around in darkness.
In the banana republic where even the President
Has lost his shame and has no scruples
against adorning the tax thieves in his entourage…
I figure I’ll keep reblogging this one until people stop acting it out.
(via nottamuntown)
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