What did I know
when I was a child?
The world was my oyster
and the oyster smiled.
I cried and wept
but laughed a lot.
And the oyster now
was cooking in a pot
Entered my teens
I felt quite weird.
Sexual feelings,
my oyster got seared.
All grown up
Observed people lied.
The result was
my oyster got fried.
What do I know?
What's in my head?
I'm so damned tired.
My oyster is dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem