Building blocks of life
fill my head
with dreams:
white picket fences;
prisons for dogs and kids,
June Cleaver, MILF of the century,
waiting for Ward to leave for work
lets one rip.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the truth is..... they really are not fenced from us... they maybe are just loittering with us, instead.....hehehe...