The story of the little Duck

It was a nice spring night.
People were on the dance floor.
He smelled of alcohol
as he walked through the door.

I tried to be calm,
I tried to be nice.
But there was a poisonous stare,
where there should have been eyes.

As I would not move,
he grabbed my neck
– lifting me from the ground,
pushing the doorknob in my back.


»You little duck,
I spit in your face!
You’re disgusting, you suck.
Let everyone know, you are a disgrace! «


















So I smashed his head into the door
and watched as he bled.
Dragged him into the kitchen
and sliced his hand into bread.

No one touches my neck
or gets in my way
or tells me being in love,
must mean that I’m gay.

I took the big kitchen knife
and pushed it into his back.
It is fun to remember,
best party I ever had