Entice without slandering the covers
sailing on a rigid storm unveiling filthy gunners
calling to a sleazy hall, rabid in a city car.
Popular sizer makes a hundred thousand, a liar;
the snoozing newly crowned too proud to be on fire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's like a bullet headed towards who needs it! nice poem!