All the world is smoke
Where there is smoke there is fire
-God’s everlasting…
All the world’s hot air
In the young mouths of hot poets
Give us a cool drink
Fire, smoke and brim-stone
The world is Etna’s vomit
Magma is under me
Hot air or hot steam
streaming from their mighty pens
All those het up poets
The world is as smoke
“Sicut fumus” ; the mouth foams
Try to keep him cool
God farted our world
All the perfume which we have
Won’t gloss over this
The world etherized
A patient on a table !
Thus ends this song now !
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