I have no strings attached,
you can cut or manipulate me.
I have that airship vulnerability,
passengers want to flee.
But look - I'm coronavirus free.
I might not be everyone's cup of tea,
but I can sweeten it up
-with honey just you wait and see.
No, I have no strings on me.
But I sure would like to be liked
at least a little of the time:
I'd just like-to-be-liked by me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem