Gone with the wind! Set sail with delight.
Destination Heaven. But landed in night.
Brilliant stars sparkle. They heckle above.
Someone was singing" Come and get it my love."
I sifted the box.
Where are my props?
A pointed hat I adorned.
Appointed myself a rose with a thorn.
The prick of a stick. I yelp and I lick.
The crimson red slick, I drowned in so quick.
Clever old flick. Or dirty old trick.
My stomach turns sour.
I ate of the flower.
Presented to me as in sickness I cower.
Oh for the love of thy power. Not my greatest of hour.
My dream maker starts baking some goodies for taking.
A musical sway, to take me away.
The star of the day. The joke of the play.
Put on display. It was a pleasure I say.
Look! No quotations. For someones dismay.
Had a dream I was king. Woke up. Still King.
As for tomorrow. Still a king of some sorrow.
The pain was a lone, that line you can borrow.
Fluidity luck laster. Go slower, go faster.
The shepherd's my master if I flirt in disaster.
When death grips my boy after merely two year.
The last thing I fear what pace I lay tear. And who to adhere.
I'm not held by a peer, or given a treasure so dear.
WHO?
WHO?
WHO M I?
A COLD SHOULDER USED TO CRY.
COBWEBS DONT HELP ME FLY.
A SIMPLE UNBLOCK OR HELLO.
SO I DON'T BE UNFORGIVEN. YOU KNOW?
EYES FALLING CLOSED,
A DEMO COMPOSED.
ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL,
NO MORE SECONDS TO STEAL.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem