Lawrence Ferlinghetti

I tossed and turned last night,

Thinking about underwear,

Do you have time to think about underwear,

When you cling to it,

You will find questions that have never been answered.

Underwear is something we have to face,

Everyone wears all kinds of underwear.

Even Indians wear underwear,

Cubans also wear underwear.

I think bishops should also wear underwear.

On TV, I saw Louisiana officials wearing underwear.

He must be wearing tight underwear,

He kept twisting.

Underwear will hold you tight.

You must have seen the same thing.

Men and women underwear ads.

Women hang things in their underwear,

Men's underwear hangs things down.

Underwear is the most common thing for you and me.

Underwear is you. I was wearing something when I died.

You must have seen that three-color canvas,

Tie it with your crotch to show arrogance,

Promise all freedom of action with three rules.

Don't be fooled,

The East Room and Westinghouse control everything,

It does not allow the establishment of the existence of free choice.

America struggled all night in underwear,

Underwear will eventually control everything.

Like underwear, it's a Nazi-style underground government decoration,

Make people believe that some things are beyond doubt,

Tell you what to do and what not to do.

Have you ever tried to tighten your belt?

Maybe non-violent sports will tell you the only answer.

Did Gandhi tighten his belt?

Did Lady Macbeth tighten her belt?

That's not how Macbeth was killed, is it?

The blood stains she often rubs on her body,

Is it really on her underwear?

Modern Anglo-Saxon women,

Must feel guilty,

Always washing and washing,

Trying to wash that damn dirty thing off.

Bloody underwear is strange,

The swollen underwear was surprised,

Underwear hanging on the clothesline is a flag of freedom.

Which means someone took off their underwear,

I am streaking somewhere now!

Help!

But don't panic,

Ours is still hanging on us.

There will be no real revolution,

Poetry is still the underwear of the soul,

Underwear will still cover a lot

Geological defects-precipitated stones, amazing cracks.

If I were you,

I'll take off a big pair of winter underwear.

Don't be naked on a wonderful night,

At the same time, stay calm, warm and indifferent.

Don't be incited by anything.

Put your hands in your pockets,

Take a solemn step forward,

Don't get emotional.

Otherwise, we will come to no good end.

Honey, we have enough time.

Aren't we cool and young anymore?

Stop yelling!