I cannot help but beg you,
Remove that techno-chair
From your pasted, flab-induction limbs.
Taste some heat and sunshine and
Let the wind goose-bump your skin.
Copyright (c) 1993 Tom Arnone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great! I make it a point to give myself long breaks from the keyboard and get fresh air
Without your health, nothing else matters.