there are naughty ghosts too
they talk about kicking your butt
as you lie on your hotel bed
you know they are males
because of their vibrations
they are not similar to females
and they are as determined
as anything to give that kick
because you are occupying
their territory
and the forlorn ghosts
they look at that beautiful painting
on the wall all day long
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem