The village of crazy has its own place in the world,
the same wall crazy in,
They employ social services.
Without mad we were screwed,
crazy eating more,
to earn
and therefore the food is sold.
Crazy also believe policies,
so the Prime Minister can sleep,
nights in peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well said, I liked it......10
Thank you very much M.A.N.