You might buy some time if you take it slow
Hurry up and wait is pain in the butt
To make a fast buck you're splitting a gut
Can't relax and hate going with the flow
Your life is on the money, made no mistake
You have always wanted to strike it rich
Yet there's a nose habit you cannot ditch
It helps to get rid of a splitting headache
C. and you are joined at the hip for good
Your mad money can afford to make a buy
Too eager to smell the stuff- do-or-die
Are you pumped up by unceasing joyful mood?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I will try not to comment again, but this is such inferior stuff I would stop writing if I were the 'poet'. Honestly.