Ode to me haters,
every talk you make,
every breath you take,
even when you break,
ill take you to the lake,
and hit you with a rake,
after we get baked,
we will make a cake,
oh woe my heart akes,
give or take,
i wish you would appreciate,
these people be fake,
with every dime they make.
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I would like to translate this poem
Awesome poem, you're really good. Do you have a lot of haters?