I've had my share,
With accomodating of those bi-polar crack heads.
And have given them an understanding,
That has come to an end.
The only thing I want to comprehend,
Is our mutually kept distance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Lol, I've never actually met one them.' 'What does one like? ' Well if you have ask, heres a mirror just take a look. 'Well golly gee he's a handsome devil' 'And to think from the way you talked it sounded like he was a really bad guy.' And how exactly can you tell what hes like without talking to him? 'Oh I have, do all the time, and we get along just fine.' You know what I've had enough this guy is most certainly nuts. Why someone doesn't lock him up. 'Because in reality I'm not the one they see walking around conversing with themselves.'