At this party  of everybody in this sphere room
 Which have only one way in and one way out
 Standin' is a table for each person
Served with two different diets one at each side.
And beneath the stands of the table is twist
   That make turns of the table from side to side
  All in the direction of nature and the push we make
 As we continue to party..                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Write comment. A nice poem, Enoch. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks