there are quite a number-
when I look at the mirror;
against my putrid mind-once again
I slide my eyes-
down to the tip of the iceberg;
Looking more like a snowball than a glacier
I look to see the men hiding
within those tiny, tiny holes;
with their heads peered atop
waiting for that two giant fingers
to squeeze them out to salvation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
LOL cute, funny and true.: -))