Certain lucre possesses the ranks.
CERT of assize mounts of bucks.
Nice to gods but faiths are bad.
Peak demands have faces to turn.
Flat as cats or money takes.
Moneys take a wife on games.
Crème de la crème have bucks.
Weaves’ baskets have wheels to use.
Cauchy3 needs a Dutch wife.
Very god has smacker strike.
Hawkish hawk the earth in gold.
Gold with fires will melt our worlds.
China czars have little chasers.
Rabies licks our bloods in cases.
Gods have streams but works are races.
Radiant powers wreck on faces.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem