'My world is just a tiny fractal'
cried the seagull,
but to my mind, that was illegal.
O, well, what a hell!
He was so dull and tall,
but who am I to deny his call?
After all,
it was me who burned that sex-doll
in the middle of the hall
(God rest her soul) .
And that's all I can recall...
That's all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem