Well, the little alien has a point:
if people can’t write legibly
they clearly don’t want to be read
so they don’t want to be on the list
If Home Affairs refuses to answer
the telephone, they clearly won’t
help me today and if it is as quiet
as a mausoleum in the office building
It clearly means Friday afternoon
is meant for leaving early
the little alien is so bored by now
I can’t even interest him
In a good fantasy about a spaceship
landing in a crop circle
as for this list and the atrocious
handwriting of listless people
Who signed most unwillingly -
it would be suicide to try
and force the little alien today
to try some more – I’ll give in
To the little pest
that lives in my head
and dictates every day
what I should do and say!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem