Poetietzsche

When Meteoswiss promised a calm sun

But all you get is horisontal sleet

When you attempt to spring into a run

But realise you just waddle your feet 

When unfit parents with unruly kids

Criss-cross the crossing without any care

swimming across like a school of small squids

Simply ignoring your crossing guard gear

When you are cold, wet and sick of this place

That’s when an Audi should angrily toot

The driver get out and into your face

And shout — crossing guard moron! Jerk! Swine! Brute!

That’s when you know you really care fuck all

And let the driver’s chin meet your knuckle

#poetry