Don't wanna
Get messed up
In the head
With bullshit
Being fed
Don't wanna
Go down blind
Three blind mice
Stealing cheese
From Big Cheese
Don't wanna
Be damn deaf
For loud chef
Starvin' me
Poverty
Don't wanna
Be damn mute
To bully's
Screamin' threat
Kickin' balls
Don't wanna
Cry no more
For world's woes
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I would like to translate this poem
A lot of retaliatory effort may not yield the desired result. This may lead to a a hapless situation: Don't wanna Cry no more For world's woes
Rajnish, in total agreement. This was a large part of Kerouac's life.