I have soft skin
In my bubble bath.
I splash a little.
I laugh.
My goldfish-
-in my bubble bath.
I embrace him. I –
- tell him:
I don’t have any problems.
I lay around.
No troubles, I lay around.
In the water I bathe -
-it’s important.
Completely content, lost in time.
I have soft skin.
In my bubble bath.
I lay in the shadow-
-of bombs.
Everything is delicious- (right here…)
-mildly offensive. (oh yes…)
I make a list-
-of the things-
-that irritates me.
I’m fed up with people that whine,
people who only go two kph, [and-]
those who are obsessed-
-on a fixed idea.
I’m fed up with those who rant,
single-minded extremists,
who only see the negative.
Leading me on like hypocrites.
I’m fed up with my big sister,
who whines and cries about everything.
Fed up with the rain, with courgettes-
-that makes me throw up under the covers.
I’m fed up with these cynics,
meadows of autumn flowers.
I’m fed with being fed up-
-as well!
I have soft skin.
In my bubble bath.
No tremors that are… seismic.
I relax- (right here…)
-and refresh myself. (oh yes…)
It’s my aquatic state.
Getting there can be tricky!
I’m fed up with people that whine,
people who only go two kph, [and-]
those who are obsessed-
-on a fixed idea.
I’m fed up with those who rant,
single-minded extremists,
who only see the negative.
Leading me on like hypocrites.
I’m fed up with my big sister,
who whines and cries about everything.
Fed up with the rain, with courgettes-
-that makes me throw up under the covers.
I’m fed up with these cynics,
meadows of autumn flowers.
I’m fed with being fed up-
-as well!
I’m fed up with people that whine,
people who only go two kph, [and-]
those who are obsessed-
-on a fixed idea.
I’m fed up with those who rant,
single-minded extremists,
who only see the negative.
Leading me on like hypocrites.
I’m fed up with my big sister,
who whines and cries about everything.
Fed up with the rain, with courgettes-
-that makes me throw up under the covers.
I’m fed up with these cynics,
meadows of autumn flowers.
I’m fed with being fed up-
Oh how pity.
It’s just a dream.
The moon can’t simply grow at the garden.
And when the sun rises-
-reality comes back.