Raison D’Etre in Paris

You put your foot in a marble pot

with a mound of merde and a cup of urine

and march up and down the streets of Paris

thinking of things to say.

I like to say: Regardez la lune,

after coming first to a complete halt.

This helps to get their eyes in the air

and shifts the burden of conversation.

When we’re better acquainted I say: C’est la vie.

J’habit ici maintenant, et vous?

Vous savez, this pot on my foot is my soul,

the reason I’ve come here to talk.