Go back to sleep;
The dream's just beginning-
You thought it was love;
Though it might just be sinning.
The name that you moaned,
Just now in your sleep,
Is the same one I found
In that journal you keep.
Though you said it was only
A tech-rep from Dallas,
You'd better check again:
There's lipstick on your phallus.
Go back to your dreams,
And take off her bra;
I'll only be a minute-
Gone to get the chain-saw..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem