Except for
The suit and tie
And Rosary Beads
In your hands,
Instead of the remote,
There you are,
Just like in your chair.
I throw a snore
Like a ventriloquist.
There you are
As usual
With cheeks
To heavy to lift
To laugh.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is good, simple but well written.