paris hilton and her trillions.her men in the millions.you must be worn out from all the clubbing.you must be torn out from all the body rubbing.you ride in a limo and give reporters panty shots.i used to want to meet you with all i got.now i dont know about L.A.its so far away, just like dreams that seem to say, its too late to go and play.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem