HE HAD been all to
obliging
in fact he has become
more of a dog
to you as his Lady
Gaga as you throw a
stick on the air he runs as fast as he can to catch that stick
and carry it back to you with all that wagging tail
and you laugh
and you consider all these as nothing but part of the show
that game
that slavery of emotions and tangling
and Lady Gaga you are, as complete as an imitation of all
the fakes,
meanwhile he is in the state of your hypnotism but always
remember
no one is asleep all the days of his life and soon when he wakes
up
he shall puke in front of you and curse you and i dare not look
at what happens next
at the end, hopefully, may the end be well, may it not deviate from
the usual formula of an acceptable movie: happy ever after, perhaps
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem