In the front cabin
Which was isolated
From the hammering bell
He undid the knot in his balls
And tied it again
The dwarf dressed and stuck the money into her right pocket
And exited the cabin
In a darkened hallway a telephone rang sharply
Ring
Ring
The black pope picked it up
On his way to the intellectual decompression chamber
He scratched his balls with a cross
THE SATANIC AGE IS UPON US!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i'm really confused...lol