I suppose you think you're clever
Writing night and day,
But poetry will never
Be worth it's while and pay.
Why don't you give up writing,
Do something else instead,
Something more exciting,
Something with street-cred?
The television's boring,
The theatre is dead,
I'm going to go out whoring
And paint the town bright red! !
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I would like to translate this poem