I’ve got holes in my pockets
I’ve got smiles on my face
Resting on divides 5 % of zero
Bouncing up and down
I am I am
A survival hero
I’ve got grays in my hair
And nothing more to share
I pass with flying colors
And a bunch of green green dollars
I’ve got pops and I’ve got corns
I’ve got coca and the cheapest cola
I’ve got lips and I’ve got sticks
To make up my smiles of lola
I’ve got holes in my socks
Shoes with open soles like lips
That speak in a tongue of mother earth
Turning me around her hips
Around around her tired hips
I’ve got grays in my hair
And nothing more to share
I pass with flying colors
And a bunch of green green dollars
I’ve got a note and I’ve got a book
I’ve got a writing and I’ve got a pad
A peeping pen to have a look
To see there who leads
To see there who’s led
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing-ness it is :) i feel like i am a survival hero....and let my weakness be the one who got away, and only my strength stay! Dance! _Soul