He's so cold, the man.
He's so hard, the man.
He's so blind to your want's and needs..
He don't understand what you have to say..or he don't want to
understand..
The man is sick where a walking cane can't help.
The man keep's you walking on egg shell's when he's around.
But, all the while the man blames you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem