Faking how what and who terminated,
From retired positions and when.
To generate an attention lacking,
In any of it being given to them.
Those cheap shot takers,
Seem to come from out of the cracks...
All over the place.
As they sip on old and aging lemonade,
To stir up controversy from places low grade.
Sour and dry,
As their dismissed personalities.
With hopes that a difference,
From their embellished memoirs...
Will heighten their nonexistent credibility.
When none of it originally...
Came from them to be made.
Or whatever it was done they did,
Was worthy of a remembered taste.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem