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Breathe on me
The wind is driving leaves bevor him and his words into my ear.
He already stands here for a while and recite to people rushing by.
"How those up there beg to differ! What happens in the dark!
They make the tax payer believe, progress is good for us.
Germany is a company and vaccinations are taboo.
Merkel is no human", he knows that from Xavier Naidoo.
I stood between all the others and was listening
he was good in dragging pedestrians towards him.
After ten minutes of prayer he pauses.
I stood up to him very close
and said:
"Breathe on me!
You can not be serious,
nobody could mean this seriously.
Breathe upon me!
I would be very suprised
if you hadn't nipped on the schnapps.
I smell it over here:
you smell of hashish and liqueur!"
The rain slaps the window and she slaps my face
she sat here for a while and was waiting for me
But I was late and she came to the decision
that if I leave today it has to be for good.
The closes already packed. "Over there is the door
before you leave, leave your keys."
I stood distraughtly in the hallway and was listening
she was always really good in having a fight.
After ten minutes of crying fit she pauses,
so I placed my finger on her lips
and said:
"Breathe on me!
You can not be serious,
nobody could mean this seriously.
Breathe upon me!
By the way you are clamoring
I can tell that you are three sheets to the wind.
I smell it like never before:
you smell of weed and Mon Chéri...iiiihiiiiiihiiii...!
You smell of weed and Mon Chéri...iiiihiiiiiihiiii...!"
The world turns around me, but my key not in the lock.
I'm briefly wondering: There is still light on the first floor.
Then there is a shadow and the door is opening.
Three o'clock in germany and mother stands before me.
In this situation my super-ability kicks in
The Saying-good-night-to-mother-mini-soberness
Good articulated and submitted without a stutter.
She asks: "Were are you coming from" and I say: "Good night."
Nevertheless she smells a rat, her eyes are blazing in rage.
I've got no other loophole than to flee to the front.
I say:
"Breathe on me!
You can not be serious,
nobody could mean this seriously.
Breathe upon me!
You're really thinking is nothing
staying up this late?
I smell it over here:
I think the smell of booze comes from me"
Tiro84✕
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