Depending on things,
With a limited purpose
To please and feed a mind teased.
And eventually exchanged,
To open the way to obtain more things.
This
Is not a life lived.
But a manipulative production,
That keeps the greedy fed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With words that wed They eat upon the simplicity For if it can be done, it is Like a moment cherished that was never yours You become one of the scourge. Emotions twist and turn Alliances are forged With a thought swallowed You are the man of the hollow. Lol, another great poem man, you just keep pumping them out...