We sat together
In the crowd
Looking and listening
To the fool who was a genius
There was an empty seat next to us
And a hairy man came and sat
He smelled like wet dog
But had a camera and took photos
Then he left and we were alone again
In the crowd
And the fool who was a genius played on
Until his wife said stop
It was late and time for bed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem