To find the bull crap
you don't need
a road map
look without
look within
its all around!
like lust of flesh
its something
you crave!
you go along
you sing the song!
nobody wants to
pull the curtain down
on the illusion!
illlogical
state of confusion
Raw meat
deep passion
would you rather
laugh yourself to death
or keep on breathing
until
you take your
last breath? !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem