Paroles de Mc Enroe's Poetry's

I feel like John Mc Enroe When he put the strings 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 referies 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