Application poem for the office of parliamentary poet: "Will scare you in the evening with tonic and gin / with fruity verses"

Two writers, Simone Buchholz and Mithu Sanyal, and their colleague Dmitrij Kapitelman had called in an article in the Süddeutsche Zeitung that Germany needed a parliamentarian - a post that already exists in Canada.

The office could "bring the sensual world of feeling, seeing, tasting, finding metaphors and synaesthesia to the Bundestag," the article said.

The initiator Simone Buchholz told the “Redaktionsnetzwerk Deutschland”: “We would like someone to work there who is not welcome from the start, disrupts operations and makes people think. For two years, for example, only dealt with armaments lobbyism - and the Bundestag has to endure that. Or a young female rapper of Turkish origin takes over the office. "

Bundestag Vice-President Katrin Göring-Eckardt from the Greens welcomed Buchholz and Kapitelman for a conversation about the initiative and then tweeted that she was enthusiastic about the idea and would now like to take it to the Presidium of the German Bundestag.

Your FDP official colleague Wolfgang Kubicki does not like the proposal much.

"Artists should actually be thorns in the flesh of the rulers, not their employees," he told the Tagesspiegel and spoke of an "elitist project".

So the discussion is in full swing - but if someone has been writing comical and satirical poetry like Thomas Gsella for a long time, then it can't hurt to apply as a precaution.

AN OPEN APPLICATION

O take my request, hear my call,

MPs: inside!

O let my genius, as the muse made it,

help you with all his senses!

The power is in the making.

You serve as a beacon

The beings illuminating poetry!

I would get it for you for, let's say,

around five thousand net (plus expenses).

Reason: I live as a shining star

Of feeling, of seeing, of tasting

(I like to taste nuts and I like to watch TV)

And also of, yes !, also of being offended.

So you, for example, the dragon Turkey

pushes tanks and gunpowder over,

then I call from the speaker's desk:

Armament provides the workers with bread

and bread rolls for the workers,

so wars lead from life to death:

What should those who lose it still gain ?!

In short: I am truth.

As I

consider the pros and cons of the piece,

you get your bearings, order the tanks back

and shred the supply contracts.

And if you put the money where the bosses go,

And miserable people are who perish,

Then I will

scare you in the evening with tonic and gin With fruity verses:

That will not do!

Cheers!

Only fairness is fair

And only the good is truly beautiful!

And for a long time the night and the drinkers

feel very shaky and uncomfortable.

But you babble: "See you tomorrow, you madman, you",

Then I'll get tighter again

And pick up my tools and hit hard:

With a rock-hard metaphor.

“You… asses!

Good night!

I h-love us so much!

The gin, yeah!

Today we are Besoffski,

today we are his own, as someone else wrote,

loudly laughing mouth.

Bukowski? «- -

I would be something like that.

Consult well!

And don't look at the blushing of anger

The admonishers who complain that the nonsense is hollow

And other growth is needed:

There are no proletarians;

Since the beginning, very few

of you are on wage tax .

But that doesn't matter.

A poet in a locker

is more harmless.

Prettier.

And more expensive.