Letter to My MM

 

Letter to My MM

yes these are pretexts for French anglaise stupidity
its not changing it will never change
France 1 because of the English variant blablabla
like a brading flag against the English

and england of course
we retaliate
in France their new variant
we close they must die

red
we close everything
school
people
suicidal
child throwing himself out of the window

shovel dead
we lock up again
instead of shutting down the whole country
we are closing little by little
cowardice
and by next week
comdamnadtion still go

 
nothing has been left for a year
a bowl of rice is all I have to survive two
because I manage to save
there is nothing more
yes i had hope in june

to ward off last June

well no

yes my life is england
my roots
also my love
my son
all my life there

but I don't care
we are gonna die
according to you the british and the whole world believe it now

because of this fucking mother of war with the con uk fr fr uk milenaire of shit

and I'm scared
fear
no dying
I'm already dead

but not to be fair anymore
with the kiss just him his peach his smile all everything
terrified
snatched
sprayed I am

I don't even have the correct clothes anymore
if a lipstick
I don't look like anything anymore
in shirt in sock in t-shirt that's all
if pants

I do not have anything
I don't care

but without
without
there I am nothing more nothing exists for me nothing more
red, but I'm not going to risk killing him who never comes here
none of you elsewhere
but i couldn't care less about you all if you knew

he is ... leave me alone ... it's over ... I just want ... to draw ....