the loudspeaker mouth
iterated what the billboard
eyes read...
the make-believe overpowered
the moonshine consumed sot;
the loony lost himself in the abandoned glee.
no sprinkle from the font;
the fountain belched out
hellish green pain!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yikes! ! ! ! this sounds ominous. thanks for sharing. :) bri