Because you are unworthy,
your value is set.
Because you are doomed,
you are deemed
ready. For no cause, for
nothing you have achieved,
you are eligible. Because
a recent sojourn featured
an unlovely foray into self
(vile reconnaissance) ,
you loathe yourself: this
is good preparation. Actually,
anything low, honest, sober,
and clear aids alertness.
Everyone and no one is better
than you. Write your name
in the book of change. Grace
has voted. You do not deserve
to be elected; therefore,
you are so elected. You shall
represent a ludicrous,
graced constituency of one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You mean I don't have to wait until somebody tallies up all my good works to see if I made the list? Well then, what am I sitting around waiting for? I like your poem and the original way you have broken it up and laid it out. Tom