Tik Tok (Ponte/Chávarri) 2007

I was alone,
Painting a room,
And I was whistling...
Why? I'll never know.

The little blind girl played outside;
She came in tracking mud inside.
The carving knife was in my hand,
Her blood splattered on the wall.

And now I paint
To cover up
What ain't so nice,
I'll coat it twice,
With paint! (*)

And now I sell
All of my art;
Between portraits I kill
With all my might.

But now I move to politics.
Wages For Robots is a start,
A few shitbellies back me up;
Corporate power here I come!

And on the side
I lead a gang
To kill and loot
All in good fun.

"'Cause in this world of shitbellies
You'll get what's coming to you."

"Kill me, maim me, choke me, blast me..."

"You'll be my experiment...
Oh, my experiment, my useless pets!"

By now I've built
Death factories
And contemplate my goal:
The Presidency.

It's all experiments in sin;
I want to see what makes you tick.
Domestic robot to the end,
I'll wipe you all from planet Earth.

Domestic head,
I do believe
In life, in death,
Neatness is all. (*)


(*) Based on the novel Tik Tok by John Sladek (1937 - 2000).
Sentences in italics are excerpts from the work, courtesy of his
editor Christopher Priest.