Some believe,
Any lie told...
Is just as easy to erase,
From memory...
As the telling of them,
In the first place.
'I said I was sorry.
What do you expect?
A detailing of my self indulgence?
What I do on my time,
Has nothing to do...
With my masquerading integrity.
And that I am told I do exceptionally well.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem