Mutantenpoesie (I'll do an english one soon, promise)

This is a chemical mail, this is the way I planned it, it started with an idea with song I heard on the radio earlier today. I thought that it should be very, very easy to turn the song into a theatrical monologue. Then other songs came to mind and I opearted bits out of them and implanted them into my monologue. So far I have given it very little time to grow and mutate, which is ideally what I want this thing to do.
So, if you want to, take it, nurse it, make it mutate, feed it custard that has grown fur and the little fungi from the floor. If you want to be a cruel parent, operate on it, sever it limb from verse-foot and stitch it back together. If you feel like it, translate it back into English and change the phrasing to better suit your tastes. And, one day, let me see what has grown from this mutant.

( mutantenpoesie )