I'd swear I remarked previously
but my mind vaporizes in Vodka
mist. Nah! I am pulling your
leg as I have no senior moments.
Yet!
What possesses me is delayed
wisdom waiting for a Tequila
worm. Oh, sorry, the thing about
this artwork here is that
it is a stark contrast of
voluptuous lushness against
naked bulimia and though
I'd love to carve her to the bone
it looks like you've already
done a good job.
Darn poetry aside, this picture
of you reminds me of my first
wife. I'll let u guess which of the
two is my portrait.
Please be my V.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem