Scheiß Liebe

scheiss liebe

It is too late for the corner shop, it is quarter past ten
So I have to go on to Bargain Booze.
A dog walks before me, it’s attached to a man,
And I notice that it poos.
Instead of getting out a doggy poo bag
To pick it up and to dispose of,
The man turns around to to me and says:
“Careful shit love”.

“Oi you,” that’s what I’m about to shout,
“Oi you! That’s so not on!”
But then I hesitate before these words come out
Of my mouth and I walk on dumb.
After all it was nice of him to warn me against
A future I’m undeserving of.
The man had turned around to me and said:
“Careful shit love”.

Continuing my way to Bargain Booze
I ponder on the words the man had said;
Over its implicit philosophic substance I choose
A bottle of cheap dry red.
How great would it be whenever we did something
That our drinking is symptomatic of,
To have someone who turns around to you and says:
“Careful shit love”.

Wednesday morning at the Ashbrooke laundrette

Colleague: You know ISIS, right?

I: Yes. What about it?

Colleague: You know this morning, yeah, on facebook, they said that ISIS is going to kill the Queen on the 15th of this month.

I: Why would they want to do this?

Colleague, after a moment of thinking: They want to take over the country.

I: The only people who would benefit from killing the Queen are the people in the UK. I don’t think anyone from another country would be interested in killing the Queen.

Colleague: You know, I was so scared this morning when I heard about this, that I didn’t want to come to work.

I give her a sceptical look.

Colleague: But, just imagine, what if they killed the Queen, they might kill the King after that!

I am about to tell her that this country hasn’t got a king. Then I realize that it is futile to destroy her fairy-tale illusion.

I: The Queen has no real power. She just shakes hands and wears pretty hats. She does not make the big decisions. If anyone would want to take over the power of this country then they would have to attack parliament… David Cameron or so.

Colleague: Oh. (Pause). Well, they can carry on and kill David Cameron, I don’t like him.


When the spoon goes empty to the mouth,
And jugular veins start to pulse,
Homeless people shiver under blankets,
And To-o-o-o-ries commence the culls.

This is the dawning of the age of austerity,
The age of austerity, austerity, austerity.

Tragedy keeps on expanding,
Bigotry and lies are mounting.
No more living dreams and visions,
Merely falsehood and derisions.
Greed exceeds throughout the nation
Under current legislation
Of austerity, austerity.