Animal farm.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Sgancio di mezzanotte,

via il padrone della stella

cani e porci han fatto zucca

raglian ciuchi nella stalla

notte e dì mungendo mucca…

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   vedere sorgere l’aurora

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   ali al giorno di buon ora

incanta,

son versacci di pazzia

fan venir la cagarella

anche i gusci delle cozze

affettan orecchie di coltella…

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       poesia è lama acuta

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             brama il sangue di una puta

trafigge, 

pungono tafani gelosia

succhiano invidia col cannello

non c’è bestia che soleggia

più del pico d’un pennarello…

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            muta sorda e cieca

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      scorre l’onda sul mar che impreca.

armatura

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