I Am Sorry Poem by ENO SUTRAMAN

What on earth are you sorry about? To keep myself above the earth and not under -I Just install my excuse -against any misuse of my poor squalled condition future any trespass.Your roguish tongue has already passed all the limits on earth and above.
Please, I am sorry, no admonition, just change my condition - then roguish my tongue is at peace.
The poor use of your sorry that is, to smooth out your life's bumpy inevitable lease
To express delivery of any happy chance of your squalid condition passed in peace
And laid by undertakers, am I one of them? To rest-Oh no! I am sorry.