Vacuum existence like a yellow tulip

On an immense tar, a shallow caterpillar

Looking for its butterfly.

   

Sneaky dance to advance like a snail

Intense sniffing, the dare of a snake.

Do all, son, to never be a snack

When earthquakes hack your fate

 

 

 

 

Wake up you are in class!

You did not sleep yesterday?

I will inform your parent

This is your last warrant!

 

Oh Lord, teacher,

Let me plunge in a sweet slumber

If the water flinches, you are my plumber

In this fishy time, I got no master

 

This teacher has the charm of an old lobster

Do not send my face in foster care

As I lost my faith in the dare

Of my young poster

In front of a mirror.

 

 

And Classmates throw paper rocks

That mold skyscrapers

And pencils scratch in wood tables

As a reaper knocks

A coffin at a funeral.

For the sake of God, the teacher

who gives all original forms

The ultimate shepherds are gone

Each tulip turns to silkworms.

 

 

Postpone death.

Big black hole to welcome phantoms

Blurred birds will stay in their nest

No one perceives the coming fest.

Stinky preys, silent dead bodies

Naked skulls confirms its leitmotifs.