Your hypocritical hype doesn't care for my insignifigant insight
Your raunchy rants and demeaning dictatorship makes me rebel in spite
Ice cold insults seep in and almost but never quite escape
You always leave my jar of emotions agape
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed this one very much. Just four lines lead the way into such interesting speculation about what might be behind them.