vrijdag 10 oktober 2008

Het Neoliberale Geloof 217


"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.

But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,

So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."


All along the watchtower, princes kept the view

While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,

Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl...

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