The word is so unpleasant, sweet
most like black licorice.
Some women chew it slowly and roll it off their tongues.
The girls will spit it out...
More often, I gulped down the bite
and later, vomited disgust.
I am going to forget on a dance floor tonight;
you dislike the darkened city's street.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem