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Erik Spinoy

Adolf, lucky wolf

Adolf, lucky wolf.

Fabricated black alpha male
who throws himself on sexy hordes,
the overhealthy pack\'s fornicators.

Uncle wolf, jackbooted cosiness:
the black axis around which oiled
and bloodwarm our life rotates.
Worshipped grail of our uniqueness:
the eyes closed, the ears laid down,
our chest nearly touches the ground.

But that was once.
Today every wolf buys his BMW,
Defender, Porsche or Chevy Corsica
and badgers his fellow wolf.

Like looks like boldly in the face.

The battle and homeliness transferred
to the ghostly man-to-man fight
at markets, air-conditioned, roofed.

Adolf, gelukkige wolf.

Adolf, gelukkige wolf.

Verzonnen zwarte alfaman
die zich op sexy horden,
de boeleerders van het
oergezonde roedel stort.

Oom wolf, gekaplaarsde gezelligheid:
de zwarte as waarrond geolied
en bloedwarm ons leven draait.
Aanbeden graal van onze enigheid:
de ogen dicht, de oren neergelegd,
onz’ borstkas raakt de bodem haast.

Maar dat was ooit.
Vandaag koopt elke wolf zijn BMW,
Defender, Porsche of Chevy Corsica
en tart zijn medewolf.

Ons kijkt ons boudweg in het oog.

De strijd en huiselijkheid verlegd
naar het spookachtig lijf-aan-lijfgevecht
op markten, airconditioned, overdekt.
Close

Adolf, lucky wolf

Adolf, lucky wolf.

Fabricated black alpha male
who throws himself on sexy hordes,
the overhealthy pack\'s fornicators.

Uncle wolf, jackbooted cosiness:
the black axis around which oiled
and bloodwarm our life rotates.
Worshipped grail of our uniqueness:
the eyes closed, the ears laid down,
our chest nearly touches the ground.

But that was once.
Today every wolf buys his BMW,
Defender, Porsche or Chevy Corsica
and badgers his fellow wolf.

Like looks like boldly in the face.

The battle and homeliness transferred
to the ghostly man-to-man fight
at markets, air-conditioned, roofed.

Adolf, lucky wolf

Adolf, lucky wolf.

Fabricated black alpha male
who throws himself on sexy hordes,
the overhealthy pack\'s fornicators.

Uncle wolf, jackbooted cosiness:
the black axis around which oiled
and bloodwarm our life rotates.
Worshipped grail of our uniqueness:
the eyes closed, the ears laid down,
our chest nearly touches the ground.

But that was once.
Today every wolf buys his BMW,
Defender, Porsche or Chevy Corsica
and badgers his fellow wolf.

Like looks like boldly in the face.

The battle and homeliness transferred
to the ghostly man-to-man fight
at markets, air-conditioned, roofed.
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