Lest I kiss a baby
I might be a politician.
Perhaps a white boy beyond perdition.
Bugs and snakes are in my dreams
Are pureed like liquid dream.
I saw the moon today on a lovely blue sky
A fly in january
But why as I sighed
Cause I live in the great white north
Should I go forth and smile
For awhile?
Of course!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes u oughtta smile at d moon n yor superb poetic production here! Yeah snakes in my nightmares too. Hapy new yr johnny!