Surf, surface!
Area 51;
Face, surface!
Area 51;
Drone, one!
Area 51;
Birds and butterflies! !
Like the rush hour in Tokyo.
Butter, butterflies!
To the crocodile farm;
Mental, mentality!
Hybrid;
And like Saturday Night in Soweto.
Breed, bybrid!
Poetry is the way of my life,
Contamination, decontamination!
Area 51;
Abstract art!
Poetry is in my blood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem