krupa could make swiss cheese out of Roach
If he can catch him that is.
Roach is burning in the ash tray
while Krupa is burning in the drapes
Roach is an oncomming tempest
he places your finger on the pulse
Krupa is like an octopus arms all over the place
Roach is like an electric eels embrace
Roach knows foreplay but krupa surprises me
just depends on my mood I guess
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A captivating write with a very strong structure. Great sentiments and incredible imagery. Voted 10. Thanks for sharing..... Kindly read and vote my poem 'Abortion' on page 4. Regards Akmal