My human center starts to boil,
Sane thoughts is that I spoil,
My fever to a climatical flounder,
I start to stumble near the counter,
I need it as bad as a crimson rash,
My chest pounding like 100 yard dash,
Cant wait another second but i want that meaty,
I lust with passion so I want freely,
I will use my tongue, my eyes, my mouth, my nose,
Even my teeth and then who knows,
My vains travel like the speed of time,
I will even consider commiting a crime,
I want it in me, I want to consume every inch,
I dont even want to share so iam an stinge,
I start to sweat like the aroused,
What more can i say about all the around.
So quick, turn on the tv Just to get a dose to see The goings on around The world in color and with sound. You discover what you surely knew The shows about sports, not what's new Switch the channel quick and sure There's another pretty lady, so pure. Talking and smiling all the while As reality goes into network imposed exile. But wait there are ads to get you to spend What little cash that remains, my friend. Addiction has many forms. s
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I would like to translate this poem
I like this, a great poem. A really good write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Indian brave.