They told me of Christianity and the Psalms
I could barely conceal my grin
I wanted to drink Zizek and Eisenhower
In a Red stained bottle of Gin
I took Manu with a pinch of salt
Smiled mischievously at 'His' green name on Asphalt
I laughed at Marx, at corporation
At preaching headbangers of desolation
I could not help rolling with laughter
When they talked of wrong, of revolution.
Then I paused, corrected myself to – rotflmao
And fell down again, laughing uncontrollably
But suddenly, a gun pointed at my head
What a joke, I thought, to die
These people worry too much, without knowing why
And so, adieu. Goodbye, blue sky.