a tree shade and a knife
a fresh pear and a wife
a spear through the heart
killing's been always an art
a green hut and a pun
domesticated animals are fun
serviceable people astray
give way give way
our tamed friends need the road
let them or finish them off
second thoughts are usually wrong
but what's with the pear and the wife
with the shade and the knife?
they're just aligned
just a filthy line.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem