If you suffer from
some hedonism,
are overthrown
by own projection,
here is my objection;
this kind of reflection
leads to rejection,
blurred and magnified
the metaphor died
a deformed image
of ones Self
remains,
restrains
your own needs
like Oedipus
in-deeds
hungers you out
so be proud
but stay careful
by what you may
wish for as
morning dish;
I stress
for you might get more
or less
what you have really asked for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem