I feel much better than that poet in Cologne unfortunate bloke with eyeballs shaped like eggs and I am better since I am the one who feels how deep inside the duckling pecks Survivor of the Munich Bronx I fought and labored as a kid they pumped grey milk into my songs but now I walk through Berlin in Paul Smith I walk in beauty where you would expect the hunchbag posture of a tortured child a show of handsomeness oppressed and sidewalks in this wild take fire from my light I walk this...