Would I be remiss
if I didnt write a love poem?
One that isnt fraught
that love that is not
what you seek
when you find it?
Maybe a girl
thats in love
with squirrels
and not you
(in the beginning)
but she finds
that you have a mind
and not just sagging pants
then she rants
about love and demands
that you see only her.
Being you
and that you'll screw
anything that moves
your silent advance
says to her (by chance)
that it may just work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem