You need to get out,
they tell me in vain.
Buy me another,
drink to my pain.
The line outside,
is like the interior.
I cannot stand by,
and feel this inferior.
Thanks for the invite,
the ride and a drink.
Next time and always,
remember I think.
Give me a girl,
or something to say.
I'll be yours for a moment,
then we do it my way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem