You crave a court of constant flatterers,
Rather than a critical readership.
O what ridiculous airs & graces!
You abound in decorative nonsense.
Your poetry's a painted skeleton.
You can't get your head around a concept.
You use diction no one can understand.
I will never pander to your demands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem