¿Son peligrosas las palabras?

What have we here, laddie? Mysterious scribblings? A secret code? Nooo! Poems, no less!
Poems, everybody! the laddie reckons himself a poet!

"Money get back
I'm all right, Jack
Keep your hands off my stack
New car
Caviar
Four star daydream
Think I'll buy me a football team"

Absolute rubbish, laddie.....Get on with your work


http://blogs.elboomeran.com/figueras/2007/04/son_peligrosas_.html