Am not some classy shade nor bubble buddies 
Tangling in Tartarus to temper with your boobs  
I may not have the right amount of coins 
to entice you to sleep
I also may not have the right voice 
to sing for you on cold nights of prey 
I am now a believer 
gifted with tricks that can last us for a lifetime 
Follow my lead Babe 
See the light I seek to bring to civilization 
I seek a path to paradise 
full of golden cornflakes with love and holy matrimony                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    