…what more can I say?
Stick around,
Not for my adoration or praise,
For I have this chronic hat’e’
Towards smart brains,
Skulls that have it all,
Whether it be fact or assumption.
And if you ask me,
That’s why I hate me
More than you do,
Because I think I know more than you two;
Yet my head tells me
Just a little.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem