Let me guess
Your lips are curling as usual
Such a pest
To have a reputation as cruel
As the hand that fed you
Back in the days of the alleyway
Let me jest
For I have little else to say
Try my best
Success is what I pray
For the hand that fed you
Back in the day of the alleyway
Such a pitiful shame
Such a pitiful shame
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem