Yes, Right You Are – I’m Stupid Boy Poem by Slobodan Luchezarny

Unknown hero kept in prison
Of my existence! Hoi polloi
And aristoi – this is the reason!
Yes, I am seaman, just like that,
No more, no less, without laughter!
But, who you are, if I look at
Your face yet feeling morning after?
I sell my hands, you sell your ….,
The price is thing that differs only,
I run my cruise, you run your hunt,
To tell the truth, you’re bloody homely!
What else to give you right before
My ship will sail off to nowhere?
My money? Yes! My soul? No!
I’ll let you shout in despair,
‘Cause since I don’t remember when
I grabbed this very bright idea,
Thrice verify your pukka gen:
I’ll be no more love victim, dear!