Ironic Poem About Prostitution Poem by George Orwell
Ironic Poem About Prostitution
When I was young and had no sense
In far-off Mandalay
I lost my heart to a Burmese girl
As lovely as the day.
Her skin was gold, her hair was jet,
Her teeth were ivory;
I said, 'for twenty silver pieces,
Maiden, sleep with me'.
She looked at me, so pure, so sad,
The loveliest thing alive,
And in her lisping, virgin voice,
Stood out for twenty-five.
Ridiculously childish draft of a writing task, only plausible from a clumsy drunken freshman.
If we call that a poem, we should redefine poetry. It is not only grotesque but also misogynistic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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11/1/2026 2:29:24 AM # rel_20261026T125300Z_a7741e1
Sad to see the filth of academia in here, over-programmed with hate, Marxism, and their sjw intent. This poem is beautiful, genius, and heart wrenching truth. Simple and elegant, more real than the life these commentaries present.