You have chosen your rack
and put me in mine
Labelled and corked and all in line
Haughty necked thoughts fermenting
Tasteless judgements
Vain lamenting...
You decided long ago
You are vintage I am low
We are all in the cellar though?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sorry I don't really understand this poem ^.^''