In a sauna. A woman not easy in her body
and what it's not wrapped in,
to a man she doesn't know,
who's not noticing her: 'You're a perv! '
'You have over-sensitive antennae.'
'I'm not an ant! '(with wrath)
'I'm out of here! ' says not-Eddie.
Eddie says: , 'Ok. I'll up the ant.
Let me cop how you milk a moth.'
These days there is many a buyer,
so she took that one to an authority higher,
the one that says: 'Global warming
and throat cancer will be arrested
by getting your coffee temperature-tested.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem