Lying in a muddy pool
They say he was there
The glamor lights were on
The discotheque high
She was there
Eyes seductively inviting
He got the cue
Thought it was love
In they got going
Coins were plenty
Drinks and on after
He bought Love
She said twas over
Drinks with sleeping pills
Like a sack of potatoes
In a muddy pool he got damped
Penniless and in cold
He bought Love.
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I would like to translate this poem
Intense, gritty write, as he bought love nothing good could come of it as he was left penniless, drugged and dumped on the sidewalk!