Take one mind, and fill it up;
Mix it well, and stir the pot
Just be careless, of what you use:
Who said we're supposed to choose?
Add some spite, about a cup;
And some hate, whatever you've got,
And don't forget, to pay those dues-
Then add some heat, to light the fuse.
When it's done, then serve it up,
Though whoever eats it might get rot;
Happens a lot, but it's not news
When you partake of careless stew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
like this funny ditty....brain stew! (didn't expect me here did ya....just checking on some poets i still like here....)