Its the reason I don't want friends
lay ahead of
the foibles and fabric of poetry
along with dissertations
besides it might or may
leave this heart broken
and with pizza in the oven,
time and you on my mind
what do you do.
half won't get it
have won't understand
most all just smile and nod
like they do everyday.
so forgive me when I rant
against the sonic booms
forgive me when you don't know
forgive me if you don't get it
its the reason I don't want friends
so call me out
on grammar
call me out on gall
I've heard that tune before
plus I've seen it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem