Family business

I want to have a cooking show for depressed people

I want to have a band called “Terrible friends”

I want to have one or two security guards

I want to wear a skirt to the sunday mass

I want to forget your name but not your face

I want to see lake Garda one more time before I die

I want to be interviewed a hundred times and tell a thousand lies

I want to stop wanting and feeling and unsettling and demolish

a house and talk to you once again ‘cause

I am here to reenact the rollercoaster of wasted potentials

I am here to sip the snake oil dripping from dad’s elbow not to

Question for what is it

We ought be strolling and getting fucked in this world