An internal combustion engine that can only live a little
Motor function to wander about this trashy chaos
Thinking firmly on hypocrisy
A little dream that is unlikely to be useful as a role
And also a gray soul that neither white nor black is known
Paste clumsily into a delicate framework
Creepy making wrapped in a smiley skin
This is what I completed
Now laugh at everyone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem