First lets settle this one (at least among poets for self-gratification, dilated pupils, flashes, or for all the narcotic 'Tous est organique' freshness.)
How Beep Beep sound to you?
And Peep Peep?
What is about noq naque?
tic toc, thought though?
Guan-tan amo? Amo Guan?
Lic lock, slick pick, and fork with dilated pupils?
We (the many tiny humble creatures, or the Thyneseze) agree then, these above are only a bunch of blanche words, in a crazy world of Fanta, Zy and 5G.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem