martes, 1 de septiembre de 2009

a poem for the poors.

My English is very bad thought I went to
school for more than I liked.

I still have problems with some words
but try to hide it with a smile

"Do you want some chicken or lasagna?"
the waiter asked,
"Sure", I replied
with the dumbest and biggest
smile.

Ingles Sin Barrera’s, didn’t teach me well,
but fuck it! Who cares? I got a gun in my pocket
and nice breasts.

I’m all set.

1 comentario:

Cocuyo dijo...

esta paique ese poema