Poets' hell

I think i just died,
I guess I'll live with it.
I've seen all my life -
Now I know I'm an idiot.
I go up to heaven,
My hand rings the bell,
The sign says "No vacancy -
Please go to hell".

I'm going down to the poets' hell...

In poets' hell life is
A huge f**king mess:
All cigarettes Russian,
All beer from US.
I go to a bar
To get drunk with no sence,
And William Shakespeare
Just puked on my pants.

I'm going to live in the poets' hell...

I get an apartment
The walls are all pink.
I turn on the radio -
All it plays is N-sync.
There's Shakespeare again
All lying in vomit.
Why is he here?
Well, I guess he's a poet.

I don't want to stay in the poets' hell...

I don't want to stay here
I hate poets' hell.
So now I decided -
I'll just kill myself.
I jump from a rooftop
And land on my head,
But dying is useless
'Cause I'm already dead.

I'll never leave the poets' hell...




pastabėlė: šitas kūrinys yra dvejų metų senumo daina, bet visgi English. tai tos paskiros eilutės - priedainis. vat... jaučiu, jis ilgai neužsibus, bet vis tiek nėr ką veikt;)