The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Nov 4, 2004
The Democracy of the Night
or Sex After Death
Take off the mask that you wear,
Pull off your skirt, shirt whatever
Bras and the pantyhose:
Now the naked truth is all yours.
You want to go to bed,
Getting a good night rest,
In the silence of the night
Let's see what you can find.
Your head lies on a pillow,
Blanket covers you down below,
Are you tired to go to sleep?
Or have to count some of your sheep?
Have you some money in the bank?
How far is to find the entire end?
Will you please go to sleep?
No, I am not ready for that yet.
You see they call at this time
The democracy of the quiet night.
When the truth of the day comes out,
Suddenly you know what is it all about?
I can't go to sleep with myself:
I cheated, and lied, did all that bad
The day behind is wasted away
I can't go to sleep: let's have some sex.
Homo or hetero who cares:
Does it matter some of these days?
But I tell you though something else:
I found a totally different kind of sex!
Out from this world you will have to find
You have to have somebody in your mind:
He is alive and floating in the air
Yes! Heavenly music I suddenly hear.
No one can give me the pleasure I have
When Mozart caresses my soul right there,
The purest heavenly sex I ever had
I am in ecstasy with Mozart in bed.
I feel so happy, so much alive,
He is my true and real partner I find,
Death surpassed us long, long ago
The infinite love forever and ever to go.
