the cow´s steak

They sat in a wooden table,

The steak was raw, bloody fresh.

They sat and tried to decide…

I skeptically look at them…

Would they cook it?

I was thinking, barbacue should be fine.

The blood was overflowing the table.

And they still…still discussing what to do.

I said, we should steal the whole cow.

But they considered it was too risky.

The button was about to be pressed.

I felt so dissappointed, so bored,

The steak was rottening there beside

Us, beside us… we didn´t know what to do.

In the meanwhile, the cow is fine

I shout at them; The cow is healing!

They are already milking it now.

You…no idiots, but…idiots…

The cow is being milked again.

We should have stolen the cow,

But all of us still want coffee with milk,

Or cacao milk, or chai tea…

Milk in the cereals!

We should have stolen the cow.