Nick thinks and winks
Drinks his finks and makes a
Sync of what stinks
After seeing his shrink
Life is zinc
Not a pink mink
Had a hard dick
And a lip stick
The sky is rosy pink
And this is the data link
Rethink with a soft drink
What happens next
On that skating rink
A marking ink spic
The missing link
salmon pink prick
what a freak!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem