HUMAN RESSOURCES
Feeling bad like I did some shameful thing
Feeling good like it took me by the hood
I will go crazy darling
I will get it by my own
The sun is secretly speaking
From my ancestors through my bones
I have witnessed so many wrong deals
When I’m looking down the street
And when I’m tempted by the sky
They’re shaking hands
With a knife in their back
When I hear those people talking
I spit blood like I have eaten glass
When I see those people smiling
Human ressources suck me dry
And I will go unmask with you
If you believe I am speaking truth
Let them Judas hanging around
Let them crows barking in the night
The kiss of death
Leaves a bad taste in your mouth
Don’t go Chanel
You can’t recover from that smell
I swear the Devil is real
He plays tennis with colleagues
From the human ressources
From the human ressources
Poésie pour le temps courant / Poetry for Current Times 