Hello.
Here is one of my recent (6-2-09) poems:
Fair Trade
if you have an enemy
That keeps you away at night
If you tried and lost
That incredibly hopeless fight
Every step of the way
You shall always go uphill
And your luck's running low
So low, that it's almost nil
I will make you an offer
That will be hard to refuse
I will trade your enemy
For my attraction to booze
I will go back to the ring
In order to fight
If you take glaucoma
To improve my weak eyesight
I will gladly go,
No, run for you uphill
If the spurs were removed
From my so sensitive hills
I will give you a full bucket
Of the best luck
If you only trade your age
For my age, durak.
