Vierzeiler von Claus Hebell
My mother said she didn’t want a boy
So I became a girl without a toy
When later I grew up to be a male
I had my drink in daily tons of ale.
The desperate attempt to come to terms
With all the nuisance that is caused by some important worms-
If wormwood was the means to leave my kind
Then I would drink it: Never look behind.
The darkling door to all the past that blisters:
Look homeward, angel, you that never wept
The hoedown-imps and all the blindfold sisters-
Don’t take the lid off, for they never slept.
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