All my contemporaries care greatly about things like self gain,
and securing a spot in heaven.
While I could care less about that stuff...
all I seem to want anymore is to be left alone so I can sleep,
and dream of growing my lost fore-skin back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ho-haw & hee-ha. OK so you said it. Read mine - Frustrated Plans - Adeline