He was a nice guy.
He was a nice guy,
All the way,
Then he realised that most of us were wilding,
The Understading of people were all Ruins,
Making that is all waking,
This life unfair,
Throw I in the water and contracts,
Refuse to pay me back,
Take me to the ground,
Saying that this man is not man enough,
It was a set up,
Maybe a conspiracy,
They said all bad that can be said,
I still can ever never believe,
That I and I be wilding into the ways of the man,
Man to man,
This is only I,
Telling you half of my story.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I always agree with Lime below.... an strange style that works! Rogerx