The world is turned upside down
Things have just taken another turn right here in town
Beautiful ladies carry themselves like small gods
While the ugly ones seem not to be carried along
My thirst just doesn’t exist in this place
I love potato shaped and gray looking face
That of course is hard to find
But when I ever find one, I will forever bind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's all a pretty poem. I liked its sincerity. A well write. Good luck.