La loi de compensation

The law of compensation
Is inherent in the fragmentation
We are entitled to this
We have no right to it
We have a house
We just lost our jobs
This puts us in awe
We live outside, it’s cold
We hardly a job
And just eat
Our rich husband
But in bed, very chick
He has no time
It is powerless orgastiquement
Our woman is poor
But it can make us enjoy
In sex, we scare
This is the law of compensation
Where all results from the fragmentation
We will always have this
We will never have this
This is our friends
This is our love
For a day or forever
Each class
Conformity with its
With its rigor
Each social category
With its clear path
The decimal point, everything is determined!
The chance
Is the opium of the poor
In wealth, it is disguised
Money opens sexes
The money goes to Mass
As love and cash drawer
People do not want to work
But money to survive and eat
Our car broke down
But our beautiful woman cannes
Baker and if it is reactionary
And being a man, you have long hair
You say "Hello ma’am", its stupidity not light
And you will answer "Hello sir," the same air!
If it could, it will tondrait
Its access humiliation, his compensation is
But it’s more fun than television
And a great distraction
This is France, all in response!
Of truth, freedom, she wants extermination!
Journalists who piss lies
And a bad conscience, which never, gnaws
They and they are paid to be silent
To accept the misery
They and they have children, a wife, a house
It is forgetfulness of creep, their law of compensation
In the law of compensation
All and all, a consolation prize!
We would kill those
Who do not think like us
We are the tyrant, we are crazy
All current thoughts
We would kick the shit
To all the men and women
Who are not like us, spineless
And we do
As soon as we can
Wars, wars ever, we do not change!
One person dies in blandness
A person born in the favor
A person born in happiness
One person dies in misery
This is the law of compensation
That determines the fragmentation
If we have this
We do not have that
Our woman is beautiful, but she drinks
Our husband is wealthy, but he has a wooden leg
Our companion is beautiful, but it is poor
Our partner is ill, but she has a car
And all other cases
From simple to complex, without any action
The law of compensation
Can thus balance, all imbalances
But it fails all revolutions
Which are trapped in the fragmentation
The law of compensation is local
It is never global revolution
We humans
We do not like
Everywhere inequality still property
And overpopulation, against it, does not matter!
The loves, friendships, illusions
Rich or poor, counterfeiting!
Fighters with the fishermen
Fishermen with hunters
Butchers with sausage
Police with police
Poets with poets
Painters with painters
The fascists with fascists
Fools with foolish
Nudists naturists with
Textiles with textiles
Crooks with crooks
Workers with workers
Patterns with patterns
And all is well
In a world with no life
And sometimes, some mixtures
When the devil is an angel
This is the law of compensation
The law of separation
That nothing changes
Compensation law, always in praise!
There is no chance or luck
Simply categories and classes
In all their confidences
But it is always the same dance!
The alienation of compensation
Is the compensation of alienation
All attacks, all creations
The past, to come, is the translation
And all disputes
Regulation are
By the law of compensation
The law of compensation
Is the identification, is the sublimation
The spectacle of life
Is the life of the show
The actor, painter, poet, scholar, activist
The director, the gangster, the employee, the merchant, the teacher
Is the law of compensation
Our lives are totally alienated
And our spare wheels, sublimated
By the absence of life, compensated!
If we have this
We do not have that
The law of compensation
Twin is the fragmentation
Which isolates us
Which always saddens us
And who never laughs!
But we do not hear
To our ears, meaning, it is not
It’s like a foreign language
To our understanding, it goes through!
The law of compensation
In politics, all compositions
The face of all fragmentation
Everywhere where life is violated
For something to be compensated!
If we have this
We can not have it
And in all things, we simply
What we
And illusions, we sublimate
This is the law of compensation

Patrice Faubert (2013) puète, peuète, pouète, paraphysicien (http://patrice.faubert.over-blog.com/) Pat says the guest on "hiway.fr"