Lucaci Florentin - Pyromania Poem by Lucaci Florentin

LUCACI FLORENTIN - PYROMANIA


Everything is water and fire around me
I wonder if that's always been the case
When I see the country the way I want it
Not like any pathetic bastard wanted
The children did not go to school for a long time
They stay online until they get up at noon
Hospitals burn and kill everything around them
This is demonstrated there almost everyone dies
You go to the emergency room to do the best for him
Quickly your eyes are in tears he died they called you
The loved one did not have much he was recovered
How to die is not possible how he had succeeded
The pension increase has long been a law promised
At last it was a pale ray of happiness
And figures of securists and tricksters are coming
With bulging eyes in a robe and slippers
Explain that you can't and won't
You'll work until you're seventy
And there are figures with insensitive specials
Suits and uniforms in the folded wardrobe
They explain that their pensions at forty are normal
Huge non-contributions for insensitive specials
And there are policemen who do nothing
They make fun of files with their little dwarf brain
They pretend to work for three years and then classify
Only stupid stories for children idiotic stories
Prosecutors with private faculties made in the evening
Or former cops or torturers bring reproach
Incompetent and accuses or apologizes you
That you stole and stabbed the jellyfish
Then to the magistrate when you go mad and arrested
You curse your days he has no brain for judgment
One surrogate is sitting on the judge seat
He does not read the file and the defense he is tele guided
He looks agnostic without any contribution anesthetized
Unable due to lazy imposture stupid grammar
The job of engineer is no longer in the nomenclature
The rich country once became everyone laughed
A young girl with long red heels asks you
Who make the shuttle in the country side in skinny jeans
With what code to assimilate the function of engineer
She searches the internet frantically with her eyes on the sky
For she has never seen or heard of it in her life
What an engineer means is maybe a sleeping bag
At the mall the peasants burst into the cash registers
Screamingly dressed in fossil costumes
I shake your hands quickly and empty your baskets
When they stop once you pay the prices
Talking on the smartphone costs three salaries
In the peasant language with mistakes and nonsenses
While admiring her red stone ring on the finger
My god sir my red heart on ring is dirty again
And she pulls a tongue full of saliva on the ring
In disgrace to customers standing in line
Everyone pray why they are allowed to see
In the end of the victory brings out a oh dear
Incompetence and frivolity are laws
New of democracy suffocated by the belligerents
We keep boasting about the great history of kings
The present is suffocated like the skin of warts
TV explanations from all kinds of strategies
To justify the mountains of iniquities
We are presented with parties to vote cyclically
Even we don't want in the cruel pandemic
Everyone promises miracles but we don't believe them
Retirees vote the right parties and we see
That they demand increases that the law provides
Would the left parties do all this ruin
We think we are defend and protect by the EU
But the massive stockpile of vaccines is still not here
If we didn't sell oil gases and all the riches
We could buy vaccines from anywhere
We put the fools of the nation in power
They do not think and have an answer to everyone
Buying masks requires approvals
No more money for any special pension
But Pyromania borrows money heavily
Soon a generation will enter the grave
Those who knew what education meant
Who what will pay off these mega loans
Gases and oil for nothing do not be glad
Or we're going to sell our ancestors land
They do other frivolous financial gimmicks
The whole planet is talking about giving up
To a heartbreaking concept of globalization
Who is already dead from start writes in the newspapers
Everyone in their country has to do well
From vaccines needles food or lettuce
If they still have money to import they can bring
What more globalization when without a mask
You're not even allowed to leave the house
How to go to other foreign countries
When local viruses kill in a pandemic
The problem is whether the EU is dissolving
In Pyromania, how do you see life still
No oil gas factories and all the riches
Without engineers, doctors and all industries.
The country was not built by insensitive specials
All sorts of cops and security guards arrived
The country was built by engineers and architects
They did not run away from responsibility like bastards
They did not believe themselves to be saints and gods
As insensitive specials a kind of demigods
They were criminally liable for each project
Not like those who make mistakes and hide abjectly
After all sorts of juridical misunderstandings
While receiving the special mega salaries
In Greece all these social parasites are history
They have long since been abolished and are in misery
In Pyromania everything is the opposite as in Greece and the EU
So if there will be an EU after the pandemic
Pyromania will certainly be a non-EU state



LUCACI FLORENTIN
MAGIC POETRY GRANDMASTER
COPYRIGHT 2021