Author of quotes: Hans Magnus Enzensberger

What: tell the vultures eat forget-me-nots?
Jackal to be a rabbit?
Or, in your opinion, wolf
himself voluntarily
should pull out the fangs?
What you do not like right?
Nothing like the left?
Why with such amazement
you like nerds,
staring at the television screen!
Ah, you have seen the truth
in the regular program!
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In today's world
thieves less than robbed.
Who applauds the hackers?
Who builds the murderers in honorary citizens?
Who frantically longs
to fooled him
and robbed, right?
Here's a mirror: look,
find out themselves
shy
fear coarse the severity of the truth,
relentlessness knowledge
peredovaia right to the immortal idea
a pack of wolves!
Pass into the nostril ring
here for you the best decoration!
There is no such nonsense,
you would not be devoured,
the cheapest deception
you are able to immediately comfort him,
the most vile slavery
you take for freedom.
Man-toad figure sheep
as you squabbling with each other,
as you each other fool!
The brotherhood reigns among wolves
in well-knit flocks.
Glory robbers!
You
when you want to rape
lazily lie down
on the bed of obedience.
Whining,
you continue to lie:
you like to be mutilated.
No, you can't change the world.

Truly magnificent
great ideas:
Paradise on earth
universal brotherhood
permanent break-up...
All this was achievable,
if not for the people.
People only interfere:
underfoot,
always want something.
They're a nuisance.

Yes, that's true. Not among us
real. All of us as much
only replaced the departed
or those who only will come after us.
Yes, we would like
to be by themselves, but all
fit in someone else's shoes
and statives feet in them blood.

But you did not wished otherwise
Admit it at last! Everything from what you suffer,
need you like the air: all these fun,
and anger, and fear, and the right to withdraw into themselves,
money, wife and this eternal stress.
And how could you compromise
its isolation,
which escape, knowing
that nobody will miss.

As to all the hardships of our earthly
famine, murder, violence et cetera -
can't argue with that! A mess and more!
But let
Serenade you notice
in General
it is even tolerable for a living planet,
which we drifted.
Living rosary
in comparison with Neptune
(the frost of minus two hundred and twelve degrees centigrade,
the wind to thousands of kilometers per hour,
and a hell of a lot of methane
in the atmosphere).
Well, just to let you know that somewhere
much more poutney. Amen.

All this she imagined differently.
Forever damn rusty Volkswagen.
Once almost jumped marry a Baker.
Recently read Hesse, and with it the Handke in the bargain.
Used at night lying down to solve crossword puzzles.
On the men isn't, no.
Too young to remember bread cards.
Thinking about Cambodia, going crazy.
Her last boyfriend, the Professor, loves the slaps.
Greenish dress batik wide.
Aphids on the leaves of the Linden room.
In fact, her vocation was painting, maybe.
Her thesis: "Class struggles in Ulm 1500
in 1512 and its reflection in folklore."
Scholarships, frustration, mountains of notes.
Occasionally grandma throws some money.
Innocent playing in the bathroom, antics,
cucumber lotion in front of the mirror for a long time.
Perhaps, I'm not hungry, she says.
When crying, it seems nineteen year old.

Happy moment
when we long to hear
latest news
and through the frozen tide
ankle-deep in fallen leaves
with a rustle go through the fall.
Or are we just looking
on maple leaf,
as he flies on us,
until we Wake up again.