Phlegm clogs the tubes
Vomit in the drains
Topaz razzamatazz spliff hallucinations ensue
Softening harsh thrust of life
In my eye
Spit out bratz juice
All over the dance-floor
Don’t ask why.
Tomorrow never comes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ewww talking about vomit kind of grosed me out. But it's true when you want tomarrow to come it takes forever to arrive.