The wind is breathing
but it aint never
gonna choke
and climbing the stairs
a white cloud of smoke
you've got
the sickness of depression
it makes you
wanna run and hide
but you aint got no
place to go
because your best friend
they just died
you can't live
in seclusion
because there are
too many people
running around
you can't find
no drugs because
the police
they started a crackdown
all the straight people
they are naked
but all the other people
come out of the closet
and they are
wearing
a frown!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem