So he won?
So what if he's a maniac with a gun?
Metaphorically speaking.
Absolutely Unpredictable.
It's as grotesk, as laughable.
But it couldn't be any more serious.
The final say, the only way.
Mildly, moderately, seriously spastic.
An alice and wonderland kind of twist.
Somehow it still does not make sense.
This is just a distraction in the greater illusions of false pretenses.
He who wears the crown is indeed just another clown.
Dangerous or not depends on the ground in which you stand.
Just remember he is only a single man, and the real power is held within the pen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem