What a bunch of scavengers,
the picture takers and the writers.
May their dishonesty drown in ink
along with their merciless bodies.
It goes back to the question,
'Would you jump off a bridge
if they asked you two? '
The answer is yes.
It is survival in this cruel and greedy world.
Nothing is spared and no one is free.
Now go sell some more papers and magazines.
We'll all be waiting to find it in our mail
and on our floor mat as soon as the
morning light pokes us in the eye.
We live to open our front doors.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem