Relax, Uncle Max, Relax

Relax,

Uncle Max

Relax.

As our boat rocks

the stormy streams

Uncle Max

Hold on for a while

We will walk the whole mile

The snakes shall seem

To be with us

But they are not part of us.

All in all

Uncle Max

Do not lend them your ear

Only turn to them

Uncle Max

And say

Snake, I can see

Your spine!

this is in, this is out

This is in, this is out

That one is on,

That one is off

That one is to mourn,

That one is to doff

That one to own,

From within or without

This is the new song of

The gods, perching

Threateningly on the throne

Singing frighteningly

On the telephone.

The song not promised

Earlier on.

chastise

   For how long will you act less than dogs

   By throwing your good morals to hogs

   And your lives in the hands of the unknown

   Very thoughtless, which makes you mourn

   For how long?

   For how long will you smile at your spoil

   That you toil for your future to foil

               As it makes you completely fade

   As it buys you your deathbed

   For how long?

   For how long will you take in the ruins,

   Which commit you to fatality reigns,

   Which swap your survival with ill health,

   Which barters you with death

   For how long?

   For how long will you lounge in this slumber of silliness?

   For how long will you lounge in this slumber?

   For how long will you lounge in this?

   For how long will you lounge?

   For how long will you?

   For how long?

oh, Lazarus

    I was rubbish, so morbid

    Deserving the garbage bin

    I was mongrel, so rabid

    In your cruel eyes, so mean

    I was trash, so sordid

    Deserving no attention.

    Food and the likes at me thrown       

    A wastage, full of stain

                But now that I am dead,

                 This suit, and you in line, and your costly coffin

                And this bottled-beer, even that fat bread

    What do they want and mean?

since the master

I breathe. I live.

I walk. I rush and I   

Pounce in the process.

So shall you breathe. So shall you live.

So shall you walk. So shall you rush

And pounce in the process.

For my thought, move or groove

Is your every thought, move and groove.

So move with content on this

Table of contents of life.

Or do you want to tempt

My patience by a contempt

Of my concept?

I say as my world exists

So yours exists.

I am the voice

So it is your choice.

So do not rumble or mumble a grumble.

Observe stony silence.