As I walked down the street,
old Asian women began to think -
they stared at me: head to feet,
"She's had too much to drink! "
Babbling nonsense, I wasn't torn,
"Yes, " I said, "God sent me tipsy,
drunk; a party before I was born,
desperate for oxygen but drank whisky."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poetry. "Desperate for Oxygen/drank whiskey "……nice