If you're a deaf pimp
at an overnight truck stop,
you're asking to be run over
from a direction out of view.
You must be wanting to go
with a pretty good idea
what struck you.
If you're a deaf bully
and you leave
your bedroom door unlocked
while sleeping,
you must want to go
not knowing what struck you,
in my view.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem