A teller is at the Bank where i work but,
With a Professor to guide him on;
But life there is like the dark windows without light.
Oh, candidates of hell!
What hangs between your legs cannot sleep;
But i am Hendrix in the woods of love and about to teach you,
So do listen to me when you want me to care for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem