calamine gush pamphlet
cut cabbage white styles
as one bird turned to two,
it slaughtered the first out of love.
the bird feared to pump or puke back
aspirin and dark chocolate bars.
I'll be there to clean it up
in eight minutes sharp.
the time on the sound system
pips like a proverbial pipe dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem