Basically I just did this for you, Erin:
I just got so drunk that I lost the most beautiful poem about
You again,
And this isn’t even Disney World, and ah-ha, I am going out
Again jus to be getting drunk again;
And you wouldn’t even believe me, what I just lost for you:
How I enjoy ice cream in jaundice and in address
For you;
And now all of the old amusements have played out,
And even Miguel has left my house alone, because I couldn’t
Even drive, because I was too drunk to Chauffer for him,
For his dinner;
And now I am stranded in a spook house; and now I am too
Drunk for you to even care about me;
And now your mouth is watering, so soon I must garden it;
But remember, Erin, you are just my venal muse,
And if I wasn’t just enough beautiful for you, I wouldn’t
Have to change costumes, but I am otherwise
Beautiful enough for you: but now I have to laugh,
Because my mother doesn’t even recognize who you are,
Or who I am; and like I said, I am just a pet cemetery so easily
Petted for my venal muses:
And once again I have lost everything to you, and I am
Just the experience of tomorrow, just another film that you
Cannot even wake up early enough to use.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem