I have heard it all I thought
In a lifetime with distress wrought
But I was wrong
Here is yet another song
This one is wrapped in sophisticated skill
But it is indeed the most bitter pill
As I pen my soliloquy
There turns the knob and the key
Back you come with celerity
But now I am filled with a certain clarity
I just lie back, I am a librocubicularist
Not just waiting for a random tryst
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fun and relatable poem.