I've tortured this naiad and filled
up her mouth with corn.
Finally, she told me the best
inspiration she can give sometimes
is not to inspire at all. This, however,
is a secret. A secret I've sealed
with a.25 placed in her carotid.
Thank you for poetry - the closest thing
to actually managing to pee and sneeze
at the same time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Calliope demoted. Ah, well.