More to say than room to say,
Though that doesn't matter,
Since he's never really lived in space anyway
He's a liar, sure,
But never a phony,
Because there just may be a difference between telling the truth and being real
Driven mad by the word,
Yet it seems that when he gets mad, he gets wordy
Feeling a bit censored,
But if he didn't reined in, he's out of control
Confusion clearly reigns
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem