Look at us!
An an ant and a flea.
Flea crying says mum is gay.
Flea you are here! How is it true?
Flea why do you let it bother you?
Ant! ..shut ups...she..she..
She looks at that woman more than me.
Flea, silly flea, that is your father, with all
his parts rearranged, by her director
for shes never to be upstaged.
Flea looks at ant to confessed, it asks...?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem