So, it all turns out to be a loop
William Burroughs, Allen Ginsberg and Jack Kerouac
Your a junkie for disorderness
God junkie, anger, emotion.
But you just cover them up with Paris Hilton jokes
Forever on the road, always ready to go
Ginsberg as my birthday gift, T.S. Eliot as my memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem