You put the universe under your thumb

You bitch! The mood has been torn apart by your cruel donuts.

In order to be the only one with your teeth in the Jujubes

Each day you turned your heart into a rattlesnake.

You eyes light up like a tea shop

You stamp your mark into a river of plum tea

And if the pretty boys don’t publish your invitations

You’ll leave them with the mark of the prune

And they’ll never know the beauty of your boot.

Coffee maker, you shit in my cream!

Trumpet player, you drink up the blood of the world.

Haven’t you walked anywhere? how could you not

Have seen in car windows the reflections of your hair?

The ugliness of your hairdo, which you believe ingenious,

Has never gotten you pushed off a dock

But like nature, deserves to be hidden in a cave.

From you I smell fresh breath o woman! o queen of fishing in the rain.

—From you, vile animal, fall the wages of tragedy!

What big teeth you have! How subtle your idiocy!