The Bosley Circus has come to town
with black horses, dwarfs and clowns,
take a chance to have great fun,
buy your ticket for just,
three bucks and fifty cents
you will get in the large red tent
you will get in the funniest place could be around
the best place now in your town,
take a seat and smile.
Children yelling and shouting loud
when the lion opens his mouth
stream of jugglers among the crowd,
cotton candy and dust
it's just a perfect mess,
you can find it in the large red tent,
you can find it in the funniest place could be around
the best place now in your town,
with black horses, dwarfs and clowns.

The Bosley Circus

With the deepest sorrow
we regret to announce
that our beloved Don
is not ready to die,
He’s healthy 
and full of life
and throwin‘ a party
tonight.
So leave your kids home
and lock your doors.
Turd,
you can keep on fuckin’
I will not vote for you.
Dwarf,
you can keep on lyin’
I will not vote for you.
Smarmy,
you can keep on laughin'
I will not vote for you.
I’d rather eat 
push pins and glue
than give you my vote
and my support.
So...Is this your way 
to hide your shame 
and show your love?
Is this your way to spread
around the word of God?
Is this your way to give
a sense to your
shabby world?

Turd,
you can keep on fuckin’
I will not vote for you.
Dwarf,
you can keep on laughin’
I will not vote for you.
This time I'll get rid of you 
and for God's sake, gimme a break,now shut your mouth
and listen what i say :
I'd rather eat salt. glass and glue
than give you my vote and my support!
(I don't know why 
I start to cry when I See your smile)
Smile and die!

Pushpins

You are part of me
since you were born,
we are part of it
since we were born.

Yesterday the world fell
from the desk of the shortest man
in the world,
but all the children keep on playing
'cause they don't know how to swear and curse.

You are part of me
since you were born,
we are for sure a part of it
since we were born.

I had the chance
to save this world
but I forgot to set my alarm clock
and when I woke up,
it was too late
and anyway outside was rainy and cold.

You are part of me
since you were born,
we are part of it
since we were born.

Part of me

I wanna make you feel 
wanna make you feel
i wanna make you feel so good.

Mary's eyes seem carved in yellow marble and ice
reflected in a glass of scotch 
that tastes like black slumbers and gloss.

Paradise
she walks around just wearing a smile
and people's hearts are so cold
amid blue neon lights and smoke.

I wanna make you feel 
wanna make you feel
i wanna make you feel so good.

Late at night,
she moves her body in her asian style
pretending to be in love
with someone she barely knows

I wanna make you feel 
wanna make it real
i wanna make you feel so good

(back home Mary, your baby is waiting for you)


Mary's eyes

Ode To Wine
Day-colored wine,night-colored wine,wine with purple feetor wine with topaz blood,wine,starry childof earth,wine, smoothas a golden sword,softas lascivious velvet,wine, spiral-seashelledand full of wonder,amorous,marine;never has one goblet contained you,one song, one man,you are choral, gregarious,at the least, you must be shared. At times you feed on mortal memories;your wave carries us from tomb to tomb,stone cutter of icy sepulchers,and we weeptransitory tears;yourgloriousspring dressis different,blood rises through the shoots,wind incites the day,nothing is leftof your immutable soul.Winestirs the spring, happinessbursts through the earth like a plant,walls crumble,and rocky cliffs,chasms close,as song is born.A jug of wine, and thou beside mein the wilderness,sang the ancient poet.Let the wine pitcheradd to the kiss of love its own.
 
My darling, suddenlythe line of your hipbecomes the brimming curveof the wine goblet,your breast is the grape cluster,your nipples are the grapes,the gleam of spirits lights your hair,and your navel is a chaste sealstamped on the vessel of your belly,your love an inexhaustiblecascade of wine,light that illuminates my senses,the earthly splendor of life.
 
But you are more than love,the fiery kiss,the heat of fire,more than the wine of life;you arethe community of man,translucency,chorus of discipline,abundance of flowers.I like on the table,when we're speaking,the light of a bottleof intelligent wine.Drink it,and remember in everydrop of gold,in every topaz glass,in every purple ladle,that autumn laboredto fill the vessel with wine;and in the ritual of his office,let the simple man rememberto think of the soil and of his duty,to propagate the canticle of the wine. 
 
Pablo Neruda

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