I think you should address this before I do.
If I do it,
My approach would be considered too brutal.
My tongue too tinged with tart and darting expletives.
Plus I'm prone to use theatrics and overblown dramatics.
And you...
Like to poison them with kindness.
As if a choice is theirs to take.
And delivered truth is painful.
It's not a sweet experience.
Both of us know that!
'They're going to be angry with us.
They are not accustomed to honesty.'
Well...
One of us better say something soon!
Those aliens are eating all the fried chicken in the kitchen.
And I aint gon' spend my Sunday cooking.
Tell them we have some visitors.
They aint looking freaky or weird.
But they are not from here either.
And they have come to make some demands on their discipline.
And 'this' I want to see myself!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem