I spit a line, a clever word,
You wonder at what you just heard.
I see my trip, ignore my fall.
Just don’t quote me – ever – at all.
I say one thing. I am another.
No one knows if I’m one or the other.
What’s bluntly said is often wrong.
Don’t quote my word, my rhyme, my song.
On the sidewalk, I scrawl my thoughts
The lies shine out like bloody spots.
The truths were small, rain washed them out.
My whispers are truth, don’t quote my shouts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Utterly fantastic. timeless true-ism. You mind if i quote this? keep on SusxGLx