I sit at my table
It is too sunny, too warm
I am not in the mood of drinking it
But I have to
Or at least I should
It is rare I think like this
but I want a Cola
I do not want you beer
but I still drink you slowly
with disrespect to my self
because I am doing it unwillingly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem