Poeme : Welcome To Dorian-Paris Grey

Like a Judas Iscariot’s with politeness kiss,
But i fall not on my knees,
They wait and push therefore specially my moment of illness,
I rest finally alone in winter like a stranger of Camus with tb disease,
And french doctors rest with Nobel prize of peace,
« For everyone is the own » - the advertising on this show of Auschwitz,
In Paris come the permanent feast,
When me, i am genocided in this hexagonal country fascist,
And french people from caste in this Gulag of France of kings and priests,
You know - you may yourself see this
If you are human and you rest here in proxi tunnel of alien pigs,
But little more to a time of just one tourist.

*Dedication also to town of Taverny in Val d’Oise and kissed Anny Dardour with Vincent Poujol.
** En lien avec mon poème « Autobiographie en Bastille hexagonale ».

likə a ʒydaz- iskaʁjɔtεs wit pɔlitənεs kis,
byt i fal no ɔ̃ mi kni,
te wε ɑ̃d pyʃ təʁəfɔʁə spəsjali mi mɔmɑ̃ ɔf illnεs,
i ʁεst finali alɔnə ɛ̃ wɛ̃te likə a stʁɑ̃ʒe ɔf kamy wit te be dizəazə,
ɑ̃d fʁɑ̃ʃ dɔktɔʁ ʁεst wit nɔbεl pʁizə ɔf pəasə,
« fɔʁ əvəʁiɔnə is tə ɔwn » tə advεʁtiziŋ ɔ̃ ti ʃɔw ɔf oʃwits,
ɛ̃ paʁi kɔmə tə pεʁmane fəast,
wɛ̃ mə, i am ʒənɔsidεd ɛ̃ tiz- εksaɡɔnal kuntʁi fasist,
ɑ̃d fʁɑ̃ʃ pəɔplə fʁɔm kastə ɛ̃ ti ɡylaɡ ɔf fʁɑ̃sə ɔf kiŋz- ɑ̃d pʁjεst,
iu knɔw iu mε iuʁsεlf si ti
if iu aʁə ymɑ̃ ɑ̃d iu ʁεst əʁə ɛ̃ pʁɔksi tœ̃nεl ɔf aljɛ̃ piɡ,
byt litlə mɔʁə to a timə ɔf ʒyst ɔnə tuʁist.

asteʁiskə dədikasjɔ̃ also to tɔwn ɔf tavεʁni ɛ̃ val dwazə ɑ̃d kisεd ani daʁduʁ wit vɛ̃sɑ̃ puʒɔl.
asteʁiskə asteʁiskə ɑ̃ ljɛ̃ avεk mɔ̃ pɔεmə « otɔbjɔɡʁafi ɑ̃ bastijə εksaɡɔnalə ».