wir sitzen hier und trinken bier, ne das war gelogen,
jeder pi…t im hohen Bogen… 
Der Jens schießt Pinguine auf seim Rechner… 
Micha ist der coolste hier…(Banane)
Mimi ist heut nicht bei ihrem Stecher…
Micha riecht wie ein Barbier…
Elisa wird langsam wie Kata
die Prüfungsergebnisse werden immer matter.

sglhll

My WG

Sun is shining, still in bed,
Birds are twittering their songs,
Still too lazy, turn my head,
I see heads behind the door.

First some knocking, then a „miau“,
Mimi couldn’t wait no longer,
Jens is running all around,
Breakfast scrambl’d eggs kill hunger.

Lisa’s shouting – got a call,
Micha’s Püppi’s wearing pink,
I can hear through the wall,
Other Micha’s cries for ’drink.

Don’t you think it is still morning,
Not for workers on the roof,
They’ve been hammering and swearing,
Noone needs there any proof.

Rolled a cigarette in bed,
Switched my Mac and turned on Deezer,
French pop music hits my head,
Fresh-made coffee is so teasing.

Then at last – WG Round Table,
All is smelling nice and tasty,
Micha has at last been able
To get up, but little hasty.

All are sleepy, all are slow,
Jens is telling his week-stories,
Mimi chuckles, Isa too,
Michas think of their own glories.

Every time I leave this place,
I am always thinking of returning…