Here from my prison-window
I'm sucked into TFT
I'm shitting and I'm peeing
my same old melody
I cannot go to Paris
and I can't see Berlin
virtually I can see anything
and if I go for shopping
for a moment I think ‘I am king'
before the very shocking
annoying old one screams
"150.. keep your distance"
I felt like Che Guevara
just thrown into resistance! M
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem