A man collapsed on the road.
Then a thief stole his wallet, I'm told.
The next pinched his key
and his left plastic knee.
Someone poured poems
down his throat (a la mode!)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
SHELLEY, I LOVE YOUR POEMS, THEY HIT AND HIT, AND THEN THEY LAND, RIGHT ON THE HEART...