YES, WE HAVE NO BANANAS!
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So what’s all this fuss about bananas?
What do they represent?
Are they a new social disease?
Are they the mirror of our destiny or the hammer that will shatter both our mirror and our destiny?
There’s a hole down in the street
Filled with yellow teeth
You should go down there to see or just to hear it screams
If you ask it anything, it never answers “no”
It won’t ever let you plough not even let you know, it just sings:
“Yes, we have no bananas,
We have no bananas today!”
There’re white bones, and boxes
Black drones, free proxies,
Few million of loners so eager to stay
Last night we all bump into Plato
But we didn’t take any photos
And yes, we have no bananas!
We have no bananas today!
None of this makes any sense
But please hear my defense
I am just some kind of ghost and this guy is the host
I asked him: “can I come in?” he didn’t answer “no”
He just “yes”es me to death, and as he takes my glow, he told me:
“Yes, I have no bananas,
I have no bananas today!”
There’s anger and hunger,
Some Planets, more aliens!
And all sorts of downfalls, you won’t runaway!
I can give you some made up translation
Or Carmen Miranda’s incarnation.
But yes, I have no bananas
I have no bananas today!
By the way: this is no fruit of my own labor…
I had a terrible banana day last week…
It’s like a slow motion with even slower emotions. You feel like an empty bowel…
Because you know exactly the feelings of empty bowels, don’t you?
Empty bowels don’t give a shit.
(Excited) But com’on: it’s Holiday! Banana days are over and you should get over it too!
(Serious/Sad) Yeah, I know, we should all be terribly worried about extinction.
Puzzled by allegories…haunted by predictions.
(Whispeiring) What’s going on?
Should I turn my head 180 degree?
Turn into augurs?
A cybermancers?
A retromancers?
(Brief Pause)
Oh…Jeez…What about Fructomancy? Ah!
I’ve tried, but I got lost…so lost that GPS was just Great Pain Sputter to me…
That it was like walking into empty houses, one after another…F-O-R-E-V-E-R
How could I fill the void? A cubicle like this should be easy to fill…
This hole is quite easy to fill.
So easy to get rid of our own shit here; so easy to sit on a hole and let it go.
Breath in, breath out.
Filling a concrete void is not like staring at a pixelated one.
What are you looking at while your butthole is facing that?
Counting the tiles or checking your phone?
To be on time you must be out of time…(repeat once, with one hand on your mouth)
How can I deal with my sharing syndrome disorder?
All these whatsapp dramas…
My locked wrist,
My fucked-up eyes,
My tortured spine.
My poor circulation
My panic attacks
My nervous breakdowns
My farts & burps
How can I reverse boredom? And is it boredom that bad after all?
Is it passive-aggressive?
Couldn’t it be productive instead?
(Brief Pause)
Boredom gives birth to boredom…
Yes? No?
I could cite David Foster Wallace, but I’ll spare you.
This is the W.C. not the W.B.
Spiraling…Spiraling…
I should just focus on bananas, spanning from Adam and Eve: of course she had a banana!
Apple my ass!
To the miserable US exploitation of Latin America, but come on guys: just Google it.
Come on guys, just Google it!
Come on guys, just Google it!
Come on guys, just Google it!
Anyway, it’s a sad story painted blue and we’re among the extras,
If the credits will ever roll.
It’s another free pass to the Can’t Get-Away Club.
It may welcome you singing:
“Yes, we have no bananas! We have no ba-na-nas too-dayyyyyyy!”
