You don't know how boring it is
to sit down at a table
listening to conversations about the new watch
of Patek Philippe,
about how to advertise on Vogue,
about bank accounts...
I wish I was brave enough
to get so pissed to lose my senses,
vomit all my rage on those white shirts
I wish I was crazy enough to get undressed,
climb up the table
and yell to these people
that money buys everything but no salvation,
that we all live in the same hell....
But I am just sitting down at this table
writing these not really inspired lines,
downing my fifth glass
of excellent rosé wine,
getting silently drunk...
And it feels good
being wrapped by the patina
oh God if it feels good
despite all the useless chatting.