Here I am, in my room.
Oh what a clutter, oh what a clutter
I have a television and a stereo
And a garbage can, and a closet.
I have a bed and a chair
And pictures on the wall
There is a clock, and fan for air
And I drink to forget it all
Here I am, in my room
There is carpet on the floor
A real plant and a fake one
Just a view and nothing more
I have drawers filled with necessities
And drawers 4
Is there nothing to do
But sit waiting to die
And make love to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem