Smoking Stupid 12

- Fane, I saw you playing football
With the gypsies in the school yard
And even if you’re 12,
You were looking like the best player of Real Madrid.

- Fane, when your words are dirty
My twelve year old princess dress
Wants to be taken off
In the middle of the street.

- Fane, let’s smoke some pot.
Let’s kiss in front of our neighbors
And let our friends give us
The applauses we deserve.

- ‘Cause, Fane, when you’re pushing your tongue
And everybody watches
Your teen blonde hair
Makes it all pure.

- Fane, let’s have babies
And play “lapte gros”
With all the scumbags
On the sidewalk
In our neighborhood.

- Fane, I really hope
You’re acting stupid.

The Bathroom Story

I’m in the bathroom, lying in the bathtub.
It’s funny, but each time someone enters the room,
The water seem to change its color and consistency
And new objects appear at the surface.

For example, my father came in one day.
The bathtub suddenly filled with fluffy toys:
Teddy bears, yellow little ducklings
White kittens and a few grey fishes.
Even a blue dolphin came around my neck.

And what’s mostly awkward,
The fluffy toys didn’t get wet
And they just disappeared
When my father went away
Leaving me all naked in the bathtub again.

The day after, a little blonde haired girl came
With her ugly friends to play in my bathroom.
I was rather thrilled, ‘cause I was feeling lonely.
Again, the water turned into something else:
There was an invasion of very cool sport shoes.

The ugly girls seemed to like me,
So we started to chat about this and that.
The blonde girl took my hand
And gave me the most beautiful smile
Despite her squinting look.

The little girls took their cigarettes
And moved into my sister’s bathroom
With some noise.
The very cool sport shoes disappeared
And I found myself in the same violet water again.

After a while, an old sneaky man called on me.
I had no choice but to let him in!
The bathtub was full of flowers this time.
Some bees too.

He tried to convince me that outside
I’m going to find the real world.
Unfortunately for him I already knew that
And I refused to follow his lead
Although his stories about kindergarten playgrounds
I hadn’t yet seen
Almost convinced me to leave my business.

An old lady came to take him home.
I’ve heard they died a few years later.

My next unique visitor was a librarian.
Smart, in his 40s, with a great suit.
Bliss to my mind!
His assistant, was shouting from outside the bathroom,
But we could hear her clearly,
As she had the voice of God or Satan (I cannot tell).

The librarian told me some great stories
About seas and fucked up parents
In the shouting breaks of his dear assistant.
My bathtub didn’t react this time
And the librarian saw me naked
In the violet water.

I grabbed a towel, but I still felt ashamed.

After he went away, like the others before,
Many people came into my bathroom:
A knight, a retard little girl, an elf,
A player, a very smart porn star, a peasant,
The dear avatar of young people
And a whore.

The librarian came as well one more time into my bathroom.
He saw me naked again.
I felt ashamed again.

Now I stay here lying.
As I write this,
Charlie Chaplin is making me laugh.
The bathtub is full of pickle jars.
They are heavy on my chest.
I hope Charlie will think
To put them away.

Picture found here: Pierre Bonnard. Nude in the Bathtub with Small Dog. 1941-46.