it dark under the bed
as it is in many other places
but this is different
a lot more eire
a lot more quiet
unlike the noises of the night
where it is always noisy
not here though
only 'till the man steps in
grabs my feet
and pulls 'till im out
out from under the bed
and pushes me into the wine cellar
and takes out his mini double barrel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem