Of course, I can not do anything
because Monday is not a thing
it is a pleasure and bliss
and the day is his.
The day is always a new grace
The sun meets every for race
God has a strange acquaintance
Every day is a new dance.
Monday is not over
Tuesday is not over
Wednesday you can see both holes
if there are enough big bowls
Always remember to sanctify the day
whether you are heterosexual or gay
life is a big mistake
if man tolerates eat only own cake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem