Goddamn, I feel alrite!
The stores are playing smooth Christmastime jazz
You can hear it everywhere.
I'm grinning like a damn jack-o-lantern,
Dragging off a cigarette just about as long as your ol' man's arm
There's an old man sufferin' down the sidewalk
& I wanna jump up on his shoulders and shout
'Say Man, Don't You Feel Alrite? ! '
& I'm everywhere,
Writing dirty poems on alleyway walls
& winking at pretty girls
& Goddamn I feel alrite
& you aren't
even
on...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem