DOG-DESIRE ARGUING WITH ITSELF

 Suddenly, unnoticed, the Hangman-Time, considered cursed, begins to sway over the fierce pig's head of the mighty, because unjust disadvantages are not only worn like clean shirts by the happy, but by everyone else as well. A few sighing sparrow-bands can also bite the simple common people at any time. In swampy squawks, the conscious silence of silent accomplices is also heard as a warning speech.

 This world is now a bed of filth, because a choir suffering from brainwashing can no longer bark anything new or sensational, they blindly chant, like busy petty palace minions, bargaining one after another, as long as the blatt lasts. Now, on the cheap throne-top of the cloud-cuckoo castle, a horny cockerel crows, while the crowd digests itself, devours it - often - already like pieces of moçsing. 

They are now treading on the awaited humanity, humility, willingness again, just like last year, when they ritually celebrated bean soup with humility, and distributed dry bread crumbs accompanied by a few broken, friendly and kind words, but in vain; as if everyone was disgusted and tired of the lackey-World's dirty, peeing and vomiting courtship, but could do nothing about it now; not even a dog would willingly enter the dark cell-solitude.

 Because the senseless, meaningless sermons have long since been incinerated at the moment of their birth. Wherever the average person would run, the wire barrier that he believed to be impenetrable is his. 

Only the rich can have a wire cutter made of diamond. Although the babbling lambs have grown fangs, they do not bite anyone tamely. Silence is confined to the edge of the horizon, and it seems unable to break out from there; because everyone is arbitrarily crushed by the crowd. Crowds of little people wait and watch their Sisyphean fall until their death.