La Canción de Las Plantas

I woke up brainless, alone and horny
I dressed quickly, I wasn't in a hurry
To answer the calls from the commercial mailman
To have a little coffee with the Jehovah's Witnesses
To explore my genital apparatus
Sedated by the strike
I stopped worrying about the global crisis
And between taking a pill or shooting myself, damn it
And wiping out every living creature
I chose, wisely, the option of peace.

So drugged, warm, transported
I noticed, amazed
The simple life of the daisies
In the nearby wasteland
I heard
The soft song of the plants
That only need the sun and water
I put my feet in the pot at once
Lost my animal essence
I wanted to be a vegetable
Vegetable for the remains.