Guided by ego.
And dust collecting,
Gold plated trash.
Splashed upon,
Crushed velvet pretensions.
Supporting emboldened aspirations.
Of those with minds embedded,
Inlaid in glossed childish visions.
They too one day,
Will become the next 'Mighty Mouse'.
Adorning a wrapped brocade cape.
Parading around in a penthouse.
While announcing over and over,
Into a custom made built-in...
Intercom system...
"HERE I COME TO SAVE THE DAY.
MIGHTY MOUSE IS ON HIS WAY! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem