Why not a Streetcar?
(Konkrete Poesie aus dem Spamaufkommen der letzten vier Tage)
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Why not a streetcar?
One by one, these women died,
Watching the recipe for disaster take shape.
We do not know what to do and we very afraid
And the cuisine left much to be desired
No matter how much money flowed.
Get a hold of your life, kuhhalte.