Que Te Follen

My inner landscape, contaminated
my head full of caged birds
t he walls of my shack still hold the memory
of those winter nights
fucking like dogs.

In case you remember me
I've written you on an ice bar
my address and my best wishes...

Screw you!

Since then I spy on couples in cars
lonely and tearful I masturbate every night
I write songs, I get high
hoping that even after death
I become a millionaire.

Screw you!