She thinks she's the queen
But where are her flowers?
Nothing's the way it seems
She goes about her day
Like nothing ever happens
So she'd always get away
She's the perfect example
Of what is fast and attainable
In this modern society,
She's attracting consumers
For her so-called policy
Of spreading mere rumors
It's an endless direction
Of black and yellow perception
The world's a broken record
It plays your favorite melodies
Just to leave them fractured
Or even burn them, eventually
This life becomes boring
And it fails us half of the time
And it turns us into nothing
With all of our achievements
We're finding it quite difficult
To find some more inspiration
Because the only example
Of what is good and credible
In this overrated monogamy
Is a disastrous future
That includes no meaning
In its lie and its rumor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem