Vierzeiler von Claus Hebell
Almighty soul of universal good
My birthday was a jot in wasted ground
And as I gazed upon the dwindling wood
My mind went hollow with a screeching sound.
An adequate description of mankind:
A host of fearful mice that comes behind
The grinning statue of a mass dictator
The consequence: oho-but that’s for later.
„Hail mortals“, said the queen before she died
She took her secret to a pompous grave
Her ministers where taught she never lied
But while she lived she was a popcorn rave.
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