Inside the Red Hole,
With snow balls falling from left and right!
But you are now hiding in the Oval Office,
Because the 'Chicago Tribune' met your nakedness! !
Love my muse and learn from my ways,
And like words from your lover in the land of roses;
But i am now inside the Red Hole to rest my mind,
For your foes are now like my woes!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem