What a Lousy World It Is
(What Vermin We've Become)
When we played guitar ol' Jack,
it seemed your favorite tune.
''It will all end without us, ''
I'd hear you warble on.
Exposed in drunken bliss,
you were deathly you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A guitar behind drunken deathly dance