Le sandwichier glauque de Montmartre

I was wandering in this gloomy street of Paris my hunger brought me to this lonely guy of Montmartre i said i’m hungry i would like to taste one of those meals hidden in the weak red light he said oh ! that was it his psychotic eyes looking at me suggesting deep afterthoughts bloubloubloubloublou ah ah bloubloubloubloublou ah ah dusty fairy lights made me think of a vision of hell rotten food smell of the dead i felt my body do one step back murders strange disappearances had happened in orsel street oh my god ! paralysed i gave my coins and swallow the unlikely sandwich my taste buds in hallucination fear in turmoil alienation c’est pas qu’il a pas d’amis c’est qu’il les a tous mangés i fell asleep on a bench drowning into a reddish nightmare the deadly carousel turning around and around and around and around i got away from the hill took the path that led me the furthest from le sandwichier glauque de Montmartre