One more loss
Like that night, my efforts to catch worm
The couple having sex with two hands
So I could, have them both.
Mostly lost; and lost now.
Right hand held vacuum; left hand aimed for bucket
All was set, I should have the cockroach
The tough guest is imposed,
I have not invited.
One, two, three…
I counted, started…
It was fast, saw it go
Same did worms.
What am I?
Piece of shit…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem