Its such a mad world.
its all of a twirl.
Cyclones, poverty, rape,
people all drunk on the grape.
Its crazy, its mad,
it makes me so sad.
So why do we continue
and not cut the rotting sinew.
I just, just dont know
do you, do you know.?
It is the life instinct
According Freud so succinct.
Maybe he was wrong
ors a different song
But it is such a mess,
so much fear and deep distress.
In a hundred years
All our greatest fears,
according to rover,
thank goodness, it will be over..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its a mad poem indeed