Been wearing these underwear
Going on two days
Unbrushed teeth & unwashed hair
Only myself to blame for these indolent displays
Spilled a few beers on my shorts
Judging by dampness, I'd guess more than two
And although I don't recall there are various reports
Proving this is true
Scrawl'd words greeted me in the AM
Nothing about love or kisses
Only stinking snarling mayhem
John Walker, kind Buddah, told me what bliss is
The known perfect with the unknown
And the shared sight of what is shown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem