2nd line of my defence
built by the state surveillance
of one banana republic..
verses written 4 u
have been read in public
an fresh fm optician
- split eyes round glasses -
here comes young politician
an prince-legatee of Something
he asks me 2 teach how
2 put love on paper
his almighty papa
with ambushy eyebrow
arranged close protection
distance between u an me
secured with guarantee.
enough 4 u 2 lose erecting? ..
i'm someone else's detainee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are almost ready for his intrusion, Svetlana!