'Beware the man with a tinted mane
For it is theft thou soul doth contain..'
He will inflict upon you pain
-look upon him with disdain.
you see him as the most profane..
this is causing him some strain.
he wants to abstain,
but he likes life in the fast lane
this addiction is arcane.
He longs for the silence to cease reign
after all he is but humane
his voice wanes,
'you lie to him
to lie with him'
'to what issue does this pertain? '
his voice but rises an octane
'i am too sane...
and am existing on another plane.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem