The city cries as it is gone, and I am coming into this world:
I who have two sisters:
I who have been to this Disney World: Disney World of senior
Trips, what were they teaching us:
While the herded us onto the splendiferous bus, doctors and lawyers
And each to his own:
Oh what, oh what were they teaching us;
And I can remember you there underneath the free spaces
Of Space Mountain, Sharon:
But oh what were they teaching us while I did ecstasy and your
Last thoughts where of your late father: oh, Sharon;
Oh how do I think of you now, while the city burns up its quantrills
So high up on its windowsills. While your first and last daughter
Is almost forgotten, while your co-captain, what’s her name,
Shows us pretty and well lit chambers of her equaled and well lit house,
While the city burns down beneath us and I give her tongue;
All the prettiest of whores who are out tonight on the pretty terraplains
Blushing with hibiscus, asking for nothing but getting some.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this one, Robert..