I died drunk
With my peter in a balloon
The angel asked my name
With attitudes I ignored
And sauntered heavens road
You are sexy- I said to one
We could together be
The angel smiled
Was thrilled and tripping- I guess
Beckoned to self as flutter on
Perhaps to surmount temptation
Returned back earth
I see Angels each night
To satisfy many urges theirs
And pay mine?
-Returns each time expire reach
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem