Believe me when I say this,
I do not believe you...
Talk to me now,
Lie to my face,
You actually thought that I believed you
now didnt you!
Put me down and walk away,
You can't afford me now anyway,
I cure with age and will be more valuable
As I push on.
Take me for granted, it's okay,
I mean everyday when you awake and moan and shake,
so great, exactly who do you think makes you feel that way?
Believe me when I say this...
It doesn't matter, you won't listen anyway.
Stand there on your pedistool,
Give your acceptance speech.
I turned the mic up for you so that
no one could hear the words you just said.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem