'Let me tell you something. More shrines have been erected to me than to any of my 'imitators'. And I've had more sacrifices, too. I do love a white dove. Just remember that! Put up or shut up, I always say. P-ss or get off the pot! '
'I can't believe you! And today the Sabbath. And tomorrow Sunday! '
'Believe what you like! Have you seen my boy? He said he was going to visit his favorite uncle-that's you, I suppose.'
'He was here, but I sent him along.'
'Aren't we going out? '
'No. Not tonight. I'm working on something. Besides, I'm exhausted.'
'Hmmph! Great! You know, one of these days I just might not be coming back.'
'Ah, I'll call you tomorrow. On your cell.'
'You'd better. Or else. Goodbye.'
'Goodbye, Venus.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem