Statutory warning:
The verses below are highly cryptic.
A plethora of enigma slithered around a treacherous labyrinth.
If you find your way through,
Bon appetite!
If you don’t,
Never mind.
Embrace the alternative.
An obnoxious Ox above,
A Cretin below.
Neither of them disappear,
Ridiculing my existence beyond.
Did I tell you about the Dragon?
Yes, it breathes fire too.
Don’t you worry, my dear,
I will survive.
I did, at least, so far.
Suddenly the Ox slits my soul,
As the Cretin marinates it with spices, a bit unorthodox,
While the dragon storms in,
Roasting the remnants of my soul, perfectly!
Ring the bell, the dinner is served.
Relish yourself!
Hope you enjoy the soup.
Blood of my cadaver,
Sprinkle it well, with envy and abuse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem