this poem is sh1t
Because I wrote it
I took a fit
My tongue, Waawaa, I bit it
Frothing at the mouth
as quiet as a mouse
I am in the tub
Frothing like a rabid dog
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love the dark humor in your work. another rough, unpolished, blood soaked, dirtied and battered, gem.