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geschrieben am: 20.05.2003 um 10:53 Uhr
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Hiermit möchte ich nun beweisen, dass ich auch anderes zu Werke kriege, als ein paar Splatterzeilen...
OLD PEOPLE
Old people, old stuff.
Often surely, often rough.
Never interested in what I guess.
Always speaking of their illness.
Sitting behind their window.
Never walking in but watching the world.
Never leaving their place in the row.
Never critizing the system`s world.
Always informing against everyone who is different.
Always grumbling about everyone who is young.
Making the creative people an end.
Never want a multi culture under the german sun.
Oh, how I hate those old hordes.
Mentally disturbed and moving like living corpses.
Bloddy bastards and a bad pig.
The only thing I feel for you is feeling sick.
SOCIETY
Sit down.
Love your chief.
You are what you owm.
You get what you deceive.
Believe in god.
Make nothing odd.
Be conform to the state.
Even if you are full of hate.
Don`t think anything.
Don`t say what makes you ill.
Don`t think about what let`s you fling.
Just pay your every day`s bill.
Suc`king society, fuc`king sh`it.
Shut up your mouth if you won`t get a hit.
I don`t want your rules and I hate your laws.
I will leave you and come to better shores.
And don`t try to prevent me from beer and hash.
Leave me alone you`re Fuc`king trash.
VALUES
Values which are important to me.
Laws to which Iwant to agree.
The first of them I would say is acceptance.
Do what you want, but accept other opinions.
The second is fun.
Make life to a party and you have won.
Chaos is also an interesting fact.
Because Punk and drunk is real act.
And even if I like peace and freedom.
There is a value which I don`t want to abandon.
The value I mean is hate.
Against some persons and the system`s shade.
Because the system is against equality.
And that value is also important to me.
And that is why I want to show solidarity.
Against all fashists and against Germany.
You ask me where I get those values and meanings of life?
I would say it`s my childhood`s hive.
You don`?t know what I mean with that?
My mother I mean and that`s the fact.
Of course she doesn`t show me chaos and hate.
But she shows me the way and I make the blade.
So, das wars fürs erste. Die Gedichte sind schon ein paar Jahre alt (So um 1999 rum entstanden) und ich würde sie wahrscheinlich heute nicht mehr so schreiben. Doch insgesamt gesehen spiegels sie doch immer noch ein Grossteil meiner Einstellung wieder.
In diesem Sinne
der Libi
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