after a night romp and spree,
need to be laid back and
rack out too,
so get bruised
like gale, and hardly to be cut it out
but suddenly was decked
by a glance of fox and foxy stuff
especially when had a kik at keeger,
so tried to move on,
some muffin chicks, those up for grabs...
Ah i am whiz but
in such screw around,
meltdown myself.
too zapped from the show
but helpless
to cease it down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i know i recently read this and sent a comment to john, though i don't see it here and a few of the words above seem different. i wasn't dreaming; was i? ? ? ok, john. whose slang IS IT? some of it sounds familiar (the 'slang' i guess) . and in the poet note i don't 'get' might not a gross. is that slang also? maybe i'll return to this later; i'll try to remember it. thanks for sharing. bri :)