Obscenities cascade down on our heads
As his legs wrap around my head.
He's giving me The Scissor Squeeze.
I reach for the ropes growling cause
The Ref won't grant me time out.
Loosing consciousness....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
are youi sure you weren't unconscious when you wrote this? ? ? ? p.s. thanks for commenting on one of my poems.