Treasure Island

Marcel Aouizerate


Moebius


Les polytechniciens et les rois,
Durant cette parenthèse auront beaucoup
Chanté à tue-tête dans leurs
Véhicules.
Arrivés sur le continent,
Ces Napoléons - la détresse dont
La cuisine devient plus sombre après leur retour:
Substitueront les viandes aux arômes.
Ayant agi sans âme,
Certaines parties de la recette fonctionnent mal,
A l'oreille procèdent d'une liturgie
Rauque de temps antiques.
Dans ce boucan de chefs de rang
La pendule des salles de chauffe
Marque distinctes les heures
D'une nouvelle diète:
En Europe il s'agit de faire
Attention à ce que chacun consomme:
C'est la prohibition,
Partout sur le ruban.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 23, 2013

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