Coco wears a rag upon her hip
Lurid eyes giving way to lose money
Coco they say, ' I’d like to marry you someday.'
But she knows better
Age tells her otherwise
Wisdom points toward her mirror
The lost decadence of her youth
Wasted years with merchants and back alley wanders
Dollface your Charleston is over
Yet you dance so divinely
A repetition of thoughts
And odor of Havana cigar
You couldn’t remake this act if it were a movie
Even if it’s all just a show.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The show must go on, as life itself! springs to this dancing birds rhyme. Coco is a favoured perfume, never to be forgotten Tai, smiling at you