King Of The Beautiful Cockroach

high on the heels of time, high on the razor's edge. high on the strang of life.
deep in the mire, in the jungle of knives. dancing, we are, in danger-zones.
and early in the morning. i seek my way back. to a beautiful bed.
that's my life i'm never too early. that's how it is. my questions too hungry.
all i do was asking always. always asking too fast. don't ask why - or i kill you by.
my true confession. i guess i need a father. to look up to. "god is your father".
but he was never there. and never to please. makes me never feel guilty.
in a deac(y)de...of essence sense and ethics - passing by like an SST. crashing on tycoons.
smell of man-piss. every corner. this is no moral tale.
the pleasure of sex. paralysed by decadence.
no escape. through a toilet window. a smell of dirtesse. spoiled my inspiration.
i celebrate the coronation. of my own tristesse.
sit on me come sit on me. i'm lazy lazy. i marry the crazy. my arms and legs. are willing
but my body. loves the chair too much.