Tum tum tum
urgh, ghrum, ghrum
Is the 'man' at 6 pm
asking for his drink
millions years ago
no table, no cup
but always a thong and the eager to go
creck, crack, oops
is the lonely alchemist
trying to find a way
to solve
the thirst of the troglodyte
and he got it! ! ! !
milions years ago!
the cave's woman knew
that she needed, so
get the paint for her hair
and others things too
~ her compensation ~
for our fall from the sky
OOH! AAH! yes, yes, yes
is the indian people
handling colors
and a ~ smoke trees ~ raising
millions years ago!
But God forgot
and slept and slipped ugly
And the cave's man and woman
meet with the alchemist
by chance......
and all of them
wanted a beer, a chemistry for hair
and something more......
Meanwhile....
the Indian people
~ inhale and bail ~
with fire, smokes and colors
Heya! Yeah!
In the beginning as with any accident. Rotting fruits were laid aside. To sleep and wait for days of long ago.....iip
i can simply agree with spirit leaf. You are the infinity of poetry! Thanks for sharing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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