The never ending bar stories
Closing with outdated wisdoms
Only a drunk delights to recall
Oh friend, Why
Must there always be light
At the end of the tunnel?
With acrobatic attention
I navigate towards
The chromosomal divide
There she catches me
Stumbling backwards
In the ladies room
And with my best put-on British-
'Pardon my ignorance miss
I mistook your basin for a urinal
Would you happen to have a light?
It is rather dark'
NPM, I really like your work! I've grown tired of the flowery, maudlin, fancypants verse. Your sardonic tone is a relief. Don
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ha! Good one. I no longer need those plays, but if I ever do again, I'll remember this one.