Sentimental soul?
when I'm alone, you bet
out there in the world
I'm as hardcore as you get
Leather and steel form
my outer sheen
titanium smile
if you know what I mean
none but the brave approach
this specter
I could intimidate
Hannibal Lechter
which is fine by me
because it saves time
separating the wheat from the chaff
and those that do find the nerve
to scratch the surface
are suprised to find
a sentient being
with presence of mind
But most are small minded bigots
whose understanding of life
comes from the noise on their TV sets
they get drunk every Saturday night
in church pews Sunday morning
with their hangover plight,
Me, I prefer to be 100% real
scary to some
but I always know how and why I feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem