you know it is the best bait,
and the glory hole is inversed.
The opening so small as i wait,
and when you walk by
and you knowing it will be there
the wall is thin
as i stand on shag carpet
the telly in the back ground
and Benny Hill
is surrounded by them as well
and the lights go out
again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem