I was riding a bike with my boyfriend Ray, and he said,
''Your life sucks, and you need a high. Let's stop to cop a buzz.
I know you're clean now, but nothing's wrong with feeling a buzz.''
After kissing Mary, I thought I was getting stoned out of my head.
It seemed to me that the monster weed had angel dust on it.
I fought demons I couldn't see; they wanted to kiss me off.
Someone from above threw me a big sword, saying, ''Hang tough! ''
I was thirsty and starving to death like a bottomless pit.
My bucko gave me a soul kiss, and I wolfed his tongue down.
A wave of nausea came over me as if I swallowed a watermelon seed.
When we mounted our bikes and rode at breathtaking speed,
Ray mumbled he didn't expect me to freak out from Mexican brown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem