It's God
Awful hot
Today and
My limbs
Are God
Awful heavy
I just need some
Air. And I
Wish I could
Peel my sweating
Self off this God
Awful plastic chair
To at least
Grab a glass of water,
But I am shtuck like
Glue.
I guess I may be
Interminably stuck
To this GOD
AWFUL
CHAIR
But it's better
Than bein'
Shtuck on you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
loved the way u used the definitive measure of agony: : God