My depression,
became a media-friendly phenomenon,
This epidemic,
became the church of all the fanatics,
of this unknown call,
the most popular poll,
' Let my sweat drop,
first, before you rap'.
A static voice over a phone,
a moan,
and laughter on the backround,
no money no loan.
Paranoia watched my back,
and my back flirted with Paranoia.
I was angry,
but borderline happy.
You thought you could make money,
out of my misery,
well you did...
made a fool out of me,
a click and a flash,
a sudden dropp and a rash...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
clever poem...write more pls.............