People like tempestuous sports and lukewarm poetry-
Boring verses in mothers day cards,
But stadiums of yelling hordes.
They like bland food but wild sex
Have docile pets but crazy ex's
Bigger cars around smaller bodies
Bible verses and simple hexes
No arithmetic, if you please
Hot coffee but iced teas
Congregational church on Sundays
Suit and business skirt on Mondays
Let me out of here, there's been some mistake
At the universal transit- this life seems fake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem