Nerve Human Poem by Ayatullah Nurjati

I am a man of nerves
I'm poor sometimes
I complain about the lively life
I whistle the implied meanings
Playing with crushed plastic

You're a flawless Venus
You seem to never get tired of interacting with worldly faces

I have sex with the free sun
That's why I deserve to call you the goddess

Can we spur the glow of the amor who is tired of spitting?
Symphony and elegy about different creatures
The madman and the goddess who entered will clearly see the black frog

Tanjung Duren 28/08/03/ 11 o'clock in the morning