Giving time to adolescent minds,
Limited and confined...
To a wasting of one's valuable time done,
Just to appease a craving to release...
A repeating of an obvious shallowness.
Although unfortunate this is,
What tools can one use to rid of such pests?
Pests committed to nonsense and patience to test?
And...
To 'not' acknowledge them guarantees no one rest.
Especially when kept minds like these refuse to leave,
Without making an assortment of childish attempts...
To 'flutter' around with a kept 'buzzing' that gets intense,
Until someone wanting not to get stung...
Submits by giving that adolescent mind attention.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem