I'M Just Mad About Campari Poem by Mimoza Ahmeti

I love Campari sooooooo much.
My wife, no, she doesn't drink it.
I talk to her for five minutes a week
And I'm not number one in her books.
Oh, I'm just mad about Campari...

But I don't plan to die
this way.
No, I am not gonna die like this.
I'm going back to America to face up to things
Then I'll come back here.
But, did you know that Campari can be drunk
Refined with soda water and lemon?
It's sooooooo sooooooo delicious.
Campari. I just love it.
America is one huge supermarket...
That's where I lost my way
And found it, you know where?
In the Campari.
Hemingway loved it,
Not women...
Hemingway... wasn't the first
To love Campari...

Do you wanna come to America with me?
What? 'To lose your way? '
Wonderful. Is that what they call 'irony? '

I'm just mad about Campari...
She's the girl
I'm in love with.