It is black
And there are rats.
You can find thrown-away hats,
And all sorts of interesting bats,
Underground.
My heart has fear.
I can sense no person near.
It is so terribly difficult to hear,
Especially when I appear,
Underground.
I've been down here for many days,
I've met some people, even Gays,
And all because in some mysterious way...
I was buried alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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