YOU, MY KING
You, my king
eraser of my sorrow,
a honey filled mouth,
fresh fruits
in your pelvis and afterwards,
finally, done.
I come, I come,
through back doors,
each and every time.
After all my king
we bluntly shun
the morning light
and the curtains remained
seasons long closed.
It's no sight my majesty:
your pants hard with lust!
But how you trust,
no republic can
do this to me!
Vive Le Roi! Long live the King!
Translation: Annmarie Sauer