i have ten dollars left on my card
and few coins worth probably two
i'm very hungry and i need gas
i bought coke and bag of chips
the rest i squeeze into gas can
then i have to beg for a ride
a farm truck loaded with watermelon
give me a lift, i beg one of the fruits
i have no knife so i dropp it on the ground
pick the pieces and munch the rest
pour the gasoline into my tank
i drove off to 'sweet home alabama'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this. To me it seems like this simple honest stream of events. When I read it I can see the memory.