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I simply said: my dear Concierge
this acrid smell must be the scourge
of a malevolent, dull dunce
please do take care of this at once
my accusation is not false
how can you say that, that takes balls

does this hotel intend to gouge
cause looking at this invoice, ouch
no, my dear fella, face the music
if you're intending to abuse...eek!
what is that thing the color purple
the smell of it will make me burp...ill
is what I'll get take it away
I think I simply cannot stay

do you suggest you can replenish?
concierge, I'm neither Dutch nor Flemish!
you cannot buy me with your silver
you're simply wishing to conceal there

but here's one thing I cannot grasp
this is a bee, or it's a wasp?
it's stripes appear more beige than orange
no, I'm not getting within bow range
besides, when I start seeing beige
it is as if I took a page
the storyline so acrid
I guess there's nothing sacred

I asked the thunder:
do you ring
with echoes of forgotten wars
and dreams of plunder

it laughed me off
and said that it's just thunder
as lightning struck
and tore the peace asunder

I asked the rain:
do you weep
for fallen heroes
and for all the slain

it spit on me
and said that it's just rain
and turned to red
my prayers were in vain

I asked the sun:
do you light
a candle for the lost
remind us that we're one

it burned my skin
and said it's just the sun
what's one more holocaust
it's nothing new, begone

I had to ask myself

no answer came
and no one left to blame