This life acts like a whore
Kicking, sucking, licking
Doing everything but never gives me her heart
I give manure to its root
Kill all the weeds surrounding it
And make light the soil it holds
Like a tree I water it day and night
Yet it refuses to give me fruit
I persuade her a lot to make a nest
and lay me golden eggs
But she is proven to be sterile
I just think to give it up
But at the back my of mind I see
The faces of lousy faggots
Whom I have to prove wrong
So I am still trying
and living with this beautiful slut.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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