I came to offend as many as I could
I’m not a modern man of a modern culture
I don’t know the meaning of before or after
Psychologically and physically I cannot be grasped
I’m not you or him or her, I’m everyone.
I’m a five thousand years old gorilla
Appropriately holding a rose between my teeth
I’m an accident waiting to happens
I will not dance to the rithm of your tambourines
Or bend over respectfully to your Idols
I’m not impressed by a water cooler
I only drink when I’m thirsty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem