All day long the motherf$ckers said
The sun would shine,
And I watched them swish their slick behinds;
But the moon was an apple,
The moon was a lime,
And the city clunked and kept its sweet time:
And the knights rode in,
That’s what they did,
While she milked her babies, and she bled her
Kids.
And maybe, just maybe she loved me,
Or that’s what she said, or seem to say with
The gist of her forlorn eyes
And all the glory that they hid,
While in my cap and gown I left with the
Train tracks, and I hit the skids,
Never ever quite knowing that the sun finally did.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem