Compilations de Métamorphoses
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La vengeance de la fourmi
Je marchais dans mon jardin
Imaginant vignes et raisins
N'ayant que de la pelouse...
Je tombais alors sur une fourmilière
La piétinais d'une colère incendière
J'écrasais un bon nombre d'individus
Puis, je ris de cette haine incongrue
On disait qu'il fallait respecter
Le plus petit des animaux qui fut crée
Cette loi je l'ai mille et une fois bafouée,
Seulement ,la nuit venue, l'incident oublié
Je m'appretais à tomber dans les bras de Morphée
Quand je sentis une morsure...j'étais dévoré!
Je tirais la couverture, des milliers de fourmis
Décidèrent de partir a l'assaut de ma vie
Je saignais, la jambe déjà en décomposition
Subissant le joug de cette infime création
Je me vidais de mon sang, suppliant, me lamentant .
Quelle fin stupide à ce poème et à ma vie !
Fourmis névroses, fourmis spasmes, je vous hais
Je vous aurais une par une! tanpis! si vous venez,
Me devorer et vous delecter de ma folie...
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