I call to inform you that I left you.
For another woman. I can't stand any
longer you being out of style
wearing outdated shoes and ugly
baggy checkered dresses. I begged
for new flooring to be installed
to stop the basement musty air from
polluting our lungs and told you I lost
many coins between the flooring cracks
but you never listened to me! Your upper
lip makes me sick! I can't even use your
hair to make brushes out of it. Goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem