In the Olive garden, the children are sleeping by the fire;
They are safe, quite alright. The pet cat's
Watching them... no problem.
For masturbation, we can choose now
The White House and it's luxurious washrooms
In search of the joy and excitement of interracial sex
We can now transform UN Security Council Conference cell
Into our one-night-stay bed of warmth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seem like a lot to read your poems................thanks and love