stuffless

Dennis has 37
He is a ex-cook who cooks software
He´s in his chair in the sky
On the ground he dresses either a Honda or a Chevrolet
I can see him into the car
I can see who he was before the car
I can´t see him now
I just can´t
I imagine how many years ahead of debts
I can see the walls
I guess for the whole life
I guess he is not saying the truth.
There’s something bad going on
There’s something stinking
a quake trembling what was solid
Not just a national fear
a healing dope to the inner terror
It smells like a nightmare
But it shall be the best dream Dennis has ever had
May this 4th july
Free him from so many unessential things
Burst his heart out the can it lives
No need to be afraid of going local
No need to be afraid of being local
Time to be stuffless