Des Klosetts Busen

An des Klosetts Busen sitze ich nun,

Blank und wohlfein,

Ganz bei mir,

Und trotzdem allein.

Im Schnee der Peter,

Er leckt seine Wunden,

Gar fein er schreit,

‘Mein Gemächt ist fahl’.

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Professional circus clown turned Liberal Arts major and anarchist.

Posted in Deutsch, Poetry

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