All of it...
Hogwash.
The words, the meter, the spelling....
All of it.
Hogwash.
No thought was given into any of these words.
They all spilled out of a drunken, broken writer...
who fancies himself a poet.
Hogwash.
No rhyme, no words, no line could ever define him....
Hogwash....
That's as close as he will ever get to truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem