I can enjoy a good laugh.
Sometimes at my expense.
But I don't live my life to joke.
Or be by those provoked.
With a doing of it to experience.
And I've explained to those who believe,
A repeated doing of this...
Doesn't leave me pleased.
Especially after warnings that persist,
To help them recognize the difference.
But the difference isn't known.
And the best thing is to split.
Or choosing an alternative...
By the silencing of one's lips.
Hoping that message is taken seriously.
And the immaturity done will cease to quit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem