Roundup Poem by Aram Stefanian
Roundup
We both are late for the last roundup
Life sucks and stinks just like cow flop
Why pick a stubborn fight with death?
Let's better make it until we lose our breath
I made my bed, now I'm flat on my ass
I turns me off, I need no bad grass
Dunno how long ago I lost my hold
The visions of the paradise just left me cold
For a love too deep i might catch hell
Before we die, behold the one who rings a bell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/25/2024 12:41:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
