got migraine
and tired of my doctor's prescriptions
which after all
lead to more complications
i decided to see my
quack doctor in the mountains
nearby
got inside his cave and
he chanted to the gods
of the trees
and the grasses
to the nymphs and elves
and dwarfs
to the gods of the underworld
and he came out with
an answer
'dear sir, you got lots of air
in your brain! '
o? i got brain.
My consolation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem