The lactating breasts sitting by my side
smell like dental floss
stripped bare naked
after a 4 day whiskey binge.
I got fired today,
and on my way out
told the old wise man,
an automated mushroom
with a heavy Jewrman accent,
never to let women
or spoiled daughters
take over business,
O wise old old man,
and with a swift and almost
casual
CIAO!
to the baffled baboons
speechless in their irritated
goodbyes,
I left,
never to be seeing again,
much like the dental floss
that just got flushed out of the
wagon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so everything goes so everything must go with a smile nice work