you're dead meat you thieving oaf all fathers' bum

the basest gutter rat you sneaky snatcher of ideas

I was the first to come up with this it was my moons

that sprouted the seeds you voraciously pillaged and

subdued and let them grow apace

you won’t see me die so easy or so soon I'm a fighter

I've pulled a stone out of my body's cavities come here

my clump-footed fatherland come grovel before the sweat

the winner's wish with the apple-tree in his hair ah Goliath

ah you little bloodthirsty plant butcher

I'm right here you light-footed wimp the wisest of

wisecrackers the clown of all basements let me

have a bite of your red apple and spit the meat out

show me the embryo of discord I'll squash it like

no pip before you tooth-picking flytrap

hell no I won't let your stones touch my apple it's

mine the passion of my body and human cravings

the key to the great mystery saint peter’s pouch

I'll keep it for myself and try my strength against you

bald-headed I'll beat you with a grain of the word

Jupiter! Silvana Orel Kos