OLD man with your spidery
blades, show some one eles
your queer medicine.
OLD man with your church
smile, craw out of that bottle,
and use the glass to cut your
own veins.
OLD man, in order for me to
move on, i need to forgive,
but not forget.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
DAVID THEY ARE BRINGING A BOOK OUT FOR THE YOUNG POETS ON POEM HUNTER DONT FORGET TO PUT YOUR HAND UP FOR A COUPLE OF YOURS TO GO IN THE BOOK GIVE THE BOOK SOME SPICE YOUNG SPICE NOT OLD SPICE WARM REGARDS ALLAN