If the same people are frequently heard complaining,
About being chased away from those places they go...
On a daily basis to show their faces,
What is it that they obvious love the most?
Complaining or being chased?
And who are they with addictions to witness this?
Those not offering or suggesting alternatives?
Or are they all awaiting to entertain a fix...
Needed to validate their exchange of gossip.
Done everyday to inflict a guaranteed nonsense?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem