I felt green as night was falling
as I staggered out to work
while the neon lights were calling
‘work is joy, so never shirk! ’
But the doom-lit tombward motto
set me thinking, cleared my head, -
(was I sane or blindly blotto?) –
back I staggered, back to bed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem