if i start with butts,
i am sure these lines
will morph to ocean waves,
crashing or sweeping
and weeping your
white sandy pacific shores.
but i cancel that out.
what i am saying
in addition to
the good
and evil fairy tail,
there is followers, and people like me
who gives a
f-rethoric or whatever you call it back home.
cross-legs is my duty to myself,
and
de-crossing legs is a job that i am being
paid for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem