Although I may be considered intelligent,
To you, I am clearly just an entertaining
Irrelevance. Yet you are hardly heaven sent.
You are like a crude, cacophonic duck that thinks
She can sing like a swan. Your voice irritates me,
Every step of the way. I would much rather meet
Someone who is in line with my visions and dreams.
Just keep on walking down your parochial streets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem