The Sev'
Walkin' out of the Sev’
In your Birkenstocks
With Palm trees swayin’
to the beat of the wind
Buyin' lottery tickets
a man holdin' a sign
“ Will work for food” sits playing a flute.
Ya toss him quarters to ease
Your mind,
it still haunts you…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem