when i here
this song
I think
of you.
Its got your rhythm
green grapes
an aphrodisiac?
and the room
is filled
with abstract ideas
and this
sucks sucks
d*cks
balls is not
such a bad word.
and me and
my ciggarettes
come in a package.
you can't seperate us.
Oh, and don't forget
the grapes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem