I love this piece of street poetry that was spotted in Leiden by my friend Susannah.
Of course I don’t speak a word of Dutch so when I asked what it said, a non-Dutch friend of hers translated it as:
Once more I must puke / My maw swamp’d by alcopop / My life sucketh balls
Susannah’s response was
‘Mijn leven is kut’ literally means ‘My life is cunt(ish)’ so [his] translation is very impressive.
Street poetry, I’d love to find some more!