Coca plants hide from
the harsh weather
at Billy’s apartment
near the mannequin in
pink lingerie and large dark
star shaped glasses
silently sitting on the couch.
Billy moves from room to room,
frantically. Cooking,
cleaning and when
he pees,
he sits down,
relaxing temporarily.
I’m sure he rarely thinks
of his mannequin or
coca plant.
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I would like to translate this poem
lol.....i like the coca plant.....good for girls with pms