Tom Waits
This ode to you to put seasoning
you throw in a pan and eat it with gnocchi
denigrate and your national sport
But the pure pity you do know
anything invented by the sensational news
v'affannate But not only are rubbish
You known now as you act
When I open my mouth m'avete misunderstood
I I do not care for me are kryptonite
How many unnecessary energy you spent
The narrowness of thinking prevent you
That someone can sometimes really suffer
You are now ready to throw in the sea
you care for all and watch it die
Nevertheless I v'auguro happy holidays
Soon the world will know of your deceit
will give suffering shame fever
is already hot for you a place in the afterlife
And if you think of me scratched
Come back down to earth
With your ignorance you do not understand
You are the victims of your war
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