Mexico City Blues Deux - Chorus I
Endless bus ride into the Heart of the Monster...
Could not sleep. Two rows behind on the opposite side of the aisle
an elephantine, massive beast of a man was relentless in his snoring
It was straight out of the Divine Comedy for a taste of Hell
I stared into the night and into the sky and thought
'I'm glad he's not farting the way he is snoring'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem