You know I'm not stupid,
I know where the love went.
It went with your stuff,
when everything was spent.
You never cared about me,
or anything I am.
You only want things,
and first class Pan Am.
Now that you're gone,
the birds can now sing.
Unless you are dead,
don't bother to ring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem