Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix, NOBODYS SONG....
...There-s Nobody in Iraq or Iran without an IMaNs smile, raped Poetry by HAFIZ, made Country style and there-s no bloody Catholic in County Clair, erstwhile. Blarney Incorporated!
There Nobody to cross the Style.
There-s no upper class Englishman who-ll MUCK with Dirty Kids, or out in INDIA, Calcutta, No Shaman who-ll give a fig.
No BUDDHIST outside of the Temple, no Kangaroo, Marsupial better dance than U.
A Cookerberro Sings!!!
There-s Nobody in that JACKASS faith U view.
There-s NOBODY in HISTORY who can countenance WHO we are.
BEGGARS of a dysfunctional GATHERING.
A PISS TANK of GREED....Thorsten Veblen's
sings your SONG all the way through BLOODY History.
Conspicuous Consumption don't mean a Thing....when GOd...the Big Guy, pokes ya Dick or Vagina!!!!
It-s ALWAYS tough to BE, to be U.
Sunglasses. Haircuts. Change of Vocation. Change of Address.
Or GO and catch a falling star and tell me where all Envies lay
or who CLEFT the Devils foot....U with YOU or ME
SO far....then find....what WINDE....serves to advance an honest mind
SUCK Vagina, suck DICK! SUCK MONEY!!!!
There-s NOBODY in England. CLASS Scumbags. Got no time
UN/freed as a Traveller, a Constant IMMIGRANT, a Strannieri,
a KICK ASS ATTITUDE we sing our song and weave our Tyme
between Gods and Devils and hope for better times
. It-s a NOBODY-s SONG....It-s Nobody-s song that lived so long.
There-s Nobody in Iraq, Iran. Nobody in Russia. In America. In China.
Nobody in Vietnam. Just KIDS like Me singing NOBODY-S SONG
...and doing the best they can.
c2018,davedelacroix,sciacca,sicily.
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