I Am Europe

I’m a dog shaped ashtray

I’m a shrugging moustache wearing a speedo tuxedo

I’m a movie with no plot written in the back seat of a piss powered taxi

I’m an imperial armpit, sweating Chianti

I’m a toilet with no seat flushing tradition down

I'm socialist lingerie

I'm diplomatic techno

I'm gay pastry and racist cappuccino

I’m an army on holiday in a guillotine museum

I’m a painting made of hair on a nudist beach eating McDonald's

I’m a novel far too long

I’m a sentimental song

I’m a yellow tooth waltzing with wrap around shades on

Who am I?

I am Europe