get a book,
there’s nothing cleaner, freer or cheaper
than a perfect-bound book,
and you with your little ipod,
flicking through the pages,
as a squirrel wearing a tie
might read hungarian poetry,
as i think he might.
there’s goulash in your future,
by which i mean
and what a shame i’m not hungarian,
what a shame you’re not on this flight.
Music: Ülök egy rózsaszínû kádban by Metro