Such Lofty ideas...how they permeate
You want me at your every Beck and call
From FairPort to Walworth New York...
Tell you...That takes some gall;
Maybe you would have made a better neighbor
Rather than that next door Pine...
Just know you are as an upholstered chair
All Spanish in design;
What did you think i was stupid?
For up in that Loft i'd stay?
No longer at your Beck and call...
For i am headed out California way;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem