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He was walking down the street in a hurry
He knew he was being watched
I approached him and said: Hey friend, can you give me a cigarette?
He said: I'll give you one, but go smoke on the other side
Two men smoking together can be very risky!
He said: The most expensive dish at the best banquet is
The one that eats the head of people who think
And head cannibals discover those who think
Because those who think, think better when still
Excuse my haste, pretending to be late
I work in a registry office but I'm a writer
I lost my pen, I don't even know which month it was
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The hurried man left me and flew away
So I leaned against a pole and started smoking
Three others arrived with guns in hand
One shouted: Hands on your head, punk, if you don't want hot lead in your corneas
I said: Of course, but what did I do?
If it's a document, I have it here
Another said: It doesn't matter, it's of little importance, stay there
I want to know what you were thinking
I assess the price based on the mental level
That you've been using out there
And then I'll tell you the price your head is now worth
My head fallen, lying on the ground
I saw my body without it for the first and last time
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They threw my empty head in the kitchen trash
And now I was a brain, a brain alive in vinaigrette
My brain soon thought: so be it, but I was never a fan
I was placed at the table with two others
And there were three rare dishes, and it was the waiter who served
I felt horror being eaten with desire by a well-dressed man
My last piece, before being swallowed, still thought puzzled
Who is this damn owner of all this mess?
Everything is set, the game of cannibal hunters
But things are too obvious here
It's too obvious, my God
Beware brother, beware wise sir
It's a serious advice for you
I died and don't even know which month it was
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