At this party of everybody in this sphere room
Which have only one way in and one way out
Standin' is a table for each person
Served with two different diets one at each side.
And beneath the stands of the table is twist
That make turns of the table from side to side
All in the direction of nature and the push we make
As we continue to party..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. A nice poem, Enoch. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks