!
With Tom, Harry, and Dick,
I mind no trick,
They jump to burn as red light insects,
Or straw-boat in colossal waves.
The pirates and corporate like you,
Need revelation of art from the start,
And the terrified terror of the volcano,
The grinding of the granite,
The wild sea-horse breaking Neptune’s ride,
Escort the lease of my pleasure.
Well, you have told your earlier tales,
And the satiety for the insipid cold,
The seeming fuel without ignition point,
And half –way collapse of womanly segments.
Now for the charms of my nuclear reactor,
And radioactive subsistence of power,
You have booked your empire and hours,
To be a kept slave in my omnivorous cave!
The legend of Vampire is not a fake tale,
You need more and more, more, -supplying oil! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderfully twisting poem, Bazi.