I'm through asking.
It seems to be an imposition,
and what the hell,
I do not need it now,
nor later on, or ever.
A fitting closure,
for you and me and them
is that the meaning of it all
perhaps enlightening to some,
is what the Germans call
a heap of Dreck.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah up the Germans! lol Dreckly....Tai