I
'sing the bee itches's song:
i love you babies....in front of all the chicks of the world.'
'run naked in tahran! and like to see clerics
going for a run....after me offcourse....'
Go the north pole
or the south pole,
if there is any left there
green or ice....'
'fight with a white Caucasian shark
for a chick.'
'Jump from the air....and sing Micheal Jackson's song....
we are down
to the beach
no yeah....down to the blue
it may not be the
beach...but still you are there...
and i must confess, ..life is beautiful....when you are there!
it is but you!
yeah
baby!
blue yeah!
and the eyes
on my
eyes
and half of the time toward
water
to toward
the bee itches
beach....''
may be this is the main cause of his 'sorry and all my respect'....
'death and life on the air? '
number six i can rap-it-up is:
Steal, high-jack a sky rocked or a space shuttle...and take everybody to the moon....
and come back safe.....
at least myself....and offcourse, make sure that the rest of the crowd
if any left are becoming sober or sill do the dezling
wooping...
the 'ho! '! looping
the 'Do! '! looping
the 'Ai! '! leaping'
and i am fine with that! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem