You are searching from the morning <br />for the oasis. It is only a mirage. <br />Don't delude yourself. <br />You didn't want to listen <br />to the roar of the calm river. <br /> <br />Therefore now, instead <br />of the caravan, alone donkeys <br />are pulling the hearse.Don't delude <br />yourself! It is also only a mirage. <br />You are on hot sand. <br /> <br />Fat is melting. It is sizzling. <br />You can finally fry what you have <br />and give it on deep, for of the ones <br />insatiable they. Still won't <br />have enough. These are 'Jaws'. <br /> <br />And in 'Igloo' are dancing the <br />undressed Eskimos.They are serving <br />burning bananas. <br />And in the 'Igloo' is dancing. <br />Warm coolness...<br /><br />Maria Barbara Korynt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-warm-coolness/
