“Hi”, said the guy, “I am the spy from Hawaii, but I had to get away. I went to Hong Kong, but I couldn’t stay long. I am still a spy and I would like to fly to Yungay before I die. This poetry is a form of mimicry. That’s like a code. Let’s hit the road and goodbye”, said the spy. “Ciao, Moscow!”
Poetry Slam (5) Edward Snowden
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“Hi”,
said the guy,
“I am the spy
from Hawaii,
but I had to get away
My poor girlfriend
I had to leave her behind
I wonder how much she misses me
Without sex she’s gonna die!
I went to Hong Kong,
but I couldn’t stay long.
Reminds me of their schlongs
That definitely are not that long
You can’t even pick them up with a pair of tongs
And are too small to fit in a thong
I am still a spy
and I would like to fly
to Yungay
before I die.
but to die it won’t be that bad
Cause my girlfriend in heaven I would bed
cause she’s gonna die soon
Without me coming on top of her every afternoon
wow! that is so good!
thanks :)
I think you tried too hard this time. Literally.
not everyone agrees with you :)
nice poem although I didn’t know you are a poet as well …some one tried to add a totally different touch I can see now
Someone tried to butcher my poem, I would say.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=gv6cJ3gfsXc Try this (it’s in German) for a change.
Haha, sehr gut!
We have no place to stand
Snowden,
Everywhere is occupied by Obama’s shadow
Papers by his rhetoric jokes
There is no place to talk, to drink, to read
Everywhere is occupied
by one percent and 99 surveillance cameras
You are one person, one percent!
Just stay in the transit area of Moscow Airport
And send asylum requests to many far corners of the globe
While,
today is sunny and we are happy of EU new member
Mountains are occupied by the Taliban,
Churches, mosques by Brotherhood,
Let’s just find a way
to Tahrir, Taksim, Azadi, Tiananmen Squares….
Very witty poem.