(A little poem for the progressive culture pessimizzazione)
The concept of the perfect (Issime) or
Wait. In meningo I do not pretend
A body fat of full tree, not
If the oculo caught, not conserbo
What a piece of rough dry wood, no one from Pinocchio's
Gieppetto,
poplar. Yes the mercy of the prelate
is opium for the people, that too
approach with great enthusiasm for the drug
Dripping of arrogance, lack of talent
pajaccio which is that of a human, and embraces awkward
spectrum, so Tomasso
pentode Col route, the Descarte et
Illus itself, but you respect the sign:
The circle shape of that research has ovo.
The concept of the perfect (Issime) or
Wait. In meningo I do not pretend
A body fat of full tree, not
If the oculo caught, not conserbo
What a piece of rough dry wood, no one from Pinocchio's
Gieppetto,
poplar. Yes the mercy of the prelate
is opium for the people, that too
approach with great enthusiasm for the drug
Dripping of arrogance, lack of talent
pajaccio which is that of a human, and embraces awkward
spectrum, so Tomasso
pentode Col route, the Descarte et
Illus itself, but you respect the sign:
The circle shape of that research has ovo.
