Не совсем перевод (я и в оригинале не совсем понял, что этим стихотворением хотел сказать автор), но попытка пересказать по-английски:

I've got one thing in my pocket -
It's a trashy piece of pie.
And somehow it reminds me of each of us.
Sometimes I think that everyone of us is nothing but only trashy piece of pie.

Every day of my life I was guarding my properties. God, I spent all my life guarding it.

In EU and in USA now all kinds of trash on TV.
Because people usually prefer trash to anything else.

And I can't find neither window, nor door, nor any other exit. And only one
metaphor comes to my mind - ass stuffed with cucumbers.

And yet another one - trashy piece of pie.

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круто, спасибо
сейчас проапдейтим

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