It is hot out here.
Don't tell me about a sweater
I think the sun is broken
Walking down the same asphalt side walks
Still the same flaws I remember the
Games the aims sunny sulken sheen to
The shine sleek and shalacking was the
Cadillac acting like a fact.
High powered proper schemes. Have you
Ever dreamed of really dreamed?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem