He sat alone on the roof,
the crowd milling around him.
His scheming mind ate
into their brains.
He chewed lazily
on the pervert thoughts
of the old hag in the corner.
Bit into bullet-proof fibre brain,
and his thoughts he shredded.
Chewed on candles cud
in the cassanova's brain.
Swallowed the pain
in the pauper's head.
Spat out the poison
in the evil mind.
But spit he couldn't,
swallow he coudn't
the demons in his own head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem