I thought I'd write a little peace of my mined
I hope
you won't be effendied by it wisdom has a hedge to it like a tooth
like rued words I find
you can only really use it for affect people grope
but always under-understand they attend to shun the truth
badgers are profferred instead
as long as they bay the rules
they must kill the terrors gnome at a Watt the cost
even ignorance even a balanced and even dread
now the tools
are blaming the manwork who doesn't standunder what is lost
it worries you you flossed your faith?
I think
not you see
that question that hangs surrounds our necks like a wraith
of why or notwhy of lockhem to drink
is answered by its sown very mystery
in spite of all this whirled of strife
and spite and coaled effissiant machines
the man who tamed the wiled horse was the man who rode it
life
must be lived its plays its axe its seens
until won day one person may. decodit
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem