Here's the poem:
Castrated Epcoh
Messy hair covers your shoulders
A flowy skirt brushes your feet
You stand holding a gothic fence
A beautiful bohemian treasure
In some era long past
Where I never lived
A time when we could chill
Together in gardens
Under warm gray skies
Surrounded by lusty greenery
Bonded and drinking whiskey
Til we pass out and dream
Nowadays I do it alone
My room smelling a cistern
I have my freedom but
Don’t know what to do with it
Should have existed long ago
We could’ve been together
I’m leaving this fantasy
Going back to the castrated epoch
You can also hear me recite it on Youtube: http://bit.ly/1OeRFPm
Just imagine what happiness can come from 17 pages of that. See you soon kids.