Got the blues!
On a white-knuckled white-water ride,
in the white heat of passion,
I saw red!
In a white-out of white noise
I hung out the white flag.
I crossed the white line
and white-washed my conscience
to give the green light to red rage.
I wondered round Whitechapel
wreaking my vengeance
on woman who'd hijacked my dreams
with black lies.
Deeper Blue!
On a white-knuckled white-water ride
in the white heat of passion
I painted the town red with blood
through the baleful black night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem