Thank you Mr. Wilson
(of no relation to Denis' neighbor)
For punching me in the eye last night
after the party
I found myself pissing
on the wheel of your Escalade
You know one of those spinning jobs
real shiney and big
it no doubt cost you a fortune
You kinda said 'What the Hell! '
and grabbed my arm
and as I turned I sprayed your shoe a little
Then you swung
it left a mark
but it also made me forget
how much my night sucked
just thought you should know
in case you drank as much as me
and didn't have a friend there
to tell you about it in the morning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
LOL really creative. I likes a lot.