When lofty thoughts by too far
exceed the appraisal of their self
and deem they reside somewhere
beyond the stratosphere when in fact
their crying and tearing about this
and that cuts their Mensa figure
in half. Women weighing on scales
may rejoice in that while little men
metamorphose into petit Napoleons.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem