i loved miley see, in heart of ice,
i will conform her voice's
spectrum and tenacity if she sings can't get you out of my head of kylie minogue.
(at least, no doubt, it's my life)
what is needed is basically:
a band,
same outfits or worse,
time square of any place,
folks, a blob, or a crowd,
a flexible and all angles you-tuber with hands on
a mesh of drones.
an uber for transport and exits.
as far as i am concerned,
if she puts the public in trans,
she gets my head.
attention is like trans sometimes.
i will hear about it any way.
until now, there is no replacement
for a madona,
no new messi and no new maradona
(peace upon him.)
if you can not make
the public dance.
for get about it.
and miley,
see, if you can impersonate rick james in hard to get, that will be grate.
grapes are hard to get sometimes,
i do not know if rick james' bible mentioned that.
i am sure, her fate will
will intercept my gps,
i mean, her fate is mine.
.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem