the glamor
-shine baby shine...
Ora, hora torabora....energy....
being soft and hardly sockked...-
is a work...keep..working...dream....
keep believing....
burn your beliefs,
start from scratch....,
your ass on the sand....i mean beatchy itchee sand...,
you have to listen to CHER (beleive song)
be smart on all levels....-
i mean all f A.C.T (F.U.... ING) silly....sissy....this bee is precocious....levels-....and it sounds fact and real and beautiful....,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem