Slave

Watch Dogs

 

"If I'm a slave

I'm a slave to the rhythm

So E-R-A-Z-E the racism"

 

Big Daddy Kane

 

 

Oh, what blind joy

 

What hunger to use up

 

the air that we breathe,

 

the mouth, the eye, the hand.

 

What biting itch

 

to spend absolutely all of ourselves

 

in one single burst of laughter.

 

Oh, this impudent, insulting death

 

that assassinates us from afar

 

over the pleasure that we take in dying

 

for a cup of tea . . .

 

for a faint caress.

 

Done