You can, of course, fck them all,
But can you understand a one?
Existence is a sorry ball,
The end can never be 'well done'.
They may deceive you any time,
Not willingly, it's more a game.
Your life will cost for them a dime,
But less, if you become too tame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem