Dear Viewers Poem by Ayatullah Nurjati

I was crushed by the black book belonging to the skipper
I'm obsessed with the roar of the sun
Horny elegant blue desire
Sometimes it's stepped on by grass in the morning

Where are the dark clouds?
Where is the scallop dog?
Where is the pale, bruised face?

This is where you can find a horny face, -
Ah, it was a blind-savage illusion

Synergy with the steep hope that is at the peak of MONAS
The elegant can satisfies his libido with the foam of fame

While I'm just being a virtuous viewer-BIAS
All the garbage that inevitably becomes a distortion-logical-empirical
All serve fun masks
Lizards, bay leaves, crickets as if he was embarrassed to make
While the toothless tiger deceives cockroaches that have ulcers and are dirty
Then how am I helpless to see it all?
Everyone, - including me is sand in a swimming pool, - surrounded by crazy single women