A certain Rudolf called out:
I have eaten too much.
Whether it's healthy is very questionable.
After such a greasy lunch
I really feel uncomfortable.
But I belch beautifully and smoke
Cigarettes now and then.
Lying on my heavy belly,
I chirp nothing but songs of spring.
Longingly, as though on a ramp
The voice squeals from the throat.
And like an old lamp
The wind blackens the bitter soul.



A Barkeeper's Coarse Complaint


It's enough to make me throw the chair through the panes of the
mirror Into the street--
There I sit with raised eyebrows:
All bars are full,
My bar is empty--isn't that terrific...
Isn't that strange... isn't that enough to make you puke,,,
The damned jerks--the miserable phonies--
Everyone goes right by me...
Bloody mess...
Here I am burning gas and electricity--