Bootlicking
In a bid from noxious lives to curry favour
Invites worse kicking
In each endeavour
You undertake
Leaving your soul drained and empty
As you stake
Your future into Humpty Dumpty
Expecting the best
Reaping a whirlwind
In a messed test
With a frailty fiend
Until from sentiment slumber you snap
Into the valley of hope
Ditching the trap
On the sliding insanity slope
Where convoluted conclusions
You draw
Assuming seasons and prisons of delusions and illusions
Into your life deserve to crawl
But better outcomes you deserve
Precious life, detract
From the despair you preserve
As in your mind and soul attract
Vipers
Who in the main to you mean nothing
Positive or receptive as sentiment snipers
Into your limpid life bring only blues-in bling or ring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good poem about mood changes.