Mc Enroe's Poetry - Dionysos

I feel like John Mc Enroe, when he puts the string in glow

John Mc Enroe!

My name is John Mc Enroe

Do you know my poetry?

It will be written with blood

With the blood of the bad referees

My tennis bag smells like gun smoke

And there’s no tennis stuff anymore

There’s only strange books big maps

And a picture of a girl with a strawberry face

My name is John Mc Enroe, do you know my poetry?

I feel like John Mc Enroe, when he puts the string in glow