Now the night moons itself while I have been
Counting perfect:
Maybe I am the perfect director for your divorce of
Numbers and coelacanth,
Because otherwise f%ck these birthday wishes that
You were supposed to mean to me,
While even my brother in law was taking it easy
Before his wedding to my sister above my head:
And oh my god, he is so perfectly more beautiful man me,
But he will never be the conductor of these things.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem