Once I met a girl
Not knowing what it would become,
She sent my world into a whirl.
She was like a song, I had to hum.
I would have painted her a mural,
Or maybe even give her a thumb.
Then it all went down in a twirl
And now when I think of that scum
I just get a sick feeling want to hurl.
That girl is the devil but she makes it hard to escape from,
Her tight grip, that I used to love but now I say
Two words I should not write on this slam buffet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem