Last night I ate a crap
no no it was a crab
together with
Mister Crabdapolis
or did I ate a crab
before I met
Da police

Oh well does it matter?
I remember that he had
a golden star on his chest

A pleasant meeting it was
and giving it was as well
I gave back the crabs I ate
together with the whisky I drank
and he offered me to stay at his place

But he didn't have any blankets
the floor and the walls were grey
and the place smelled like crap
and not only that. . .

The day after the sun was shining
and I did get up late
the meeting with the mirror
was not as pleasant though

brown white
white brown
they call it sunburn with fries
no no stripes

And I keep wondering
why did he placed bars
on his window?

This dude is weird . . .
and he did have an obsession
to lock the bedroom door. . .
I wonder why. . .

And he didn't look the same
his face was white in the morning. . .
but he was kind! He did polish my shoes!

<Life is not always what it seems to be; but Hey! Take it with a smile>