Crisis

Crisis

Another black Thursday on Wall Street
Journal
Since the twenty-ninth, the stock market hasn't
Crashed
The office closes, delirium grows
The fish revolt against
The river owner

In the vencidinario at rosary time
Neither meat nor fish
Give me another pill of Apocalypse now
While Mao's red book gathers dust

Crisis in the ego
Everyone to the slammer
Crisis in the cobblestone

Crisis of values
Funeral without flowers
Sock dollars

Crisis in the school
Whoever doesn't run, come back
Sex, drugs, rock and roll

Crisis in the bones
Photos of events
Hunting grounds

You feel like nothing looking at what
There is
Fasting and lean cows from Tangier to
Bombay
21st century, desperation
This year the Three Wise Men leave
Coal

And the fat woman dreaming that a fierce Somali
Boards the cruise
The future advances to the rhythm of the crab
Looking in the mirror of this typical Spanish
Crisis in the sky
Crisis on the ground
Crisis in the cathedral

Crisis in bed
Every dream a drama
A euro is a fortune

Crisis on the Moon
The goddess of fortune
Owes a year's rent

Crisis with lice
Yellow stains
Panic the day after

Crisis in fashion
Sign and don't mess with me
This is not our song

War of interests
I return zigzagging
Open up out of compassion

Discounted whores
Kings without a deck of cards
Filthy worldwide world

Saturday without night
Mexico without cars
Book without an end

Eat your boogers
Don't go crazy
Move to New Orleans

Postmodern flu
Tail between the legs
Clark Kent is no longer Superman

Shit and disguise
Crisis up the ass
From the hideout to your nose

Crisis, crisis, crisis