Banned from the city
You crept into the country
And here you are
In this small village
Like a celebrity
Your face
Takes a break from the press
Your name takes a moment
From the reports
Everyone
Except you
Remembers your name
No one
Except you
Remembers your face
With the new goatee
And the dyed pony tail
They are looking for the bounty
They want the prize
The money that seats
Smiling
Across my Coffee table
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The disguise of identity expressively expressed.Thanks