Three utterly pathetic
drops of a foul emetic
lounge on the P/H site
they are not very bright
while hiding in the dark
they practice their dull bark.
They cannot write at all
but somehow have the gall
to place their numbers near
new poems, for they fear
that somehow others will
admire poets' skill,
it's envy at its worst
and I am not the first
who did uncover this.
Those who are full of piss
or something called cacatum
accept no ultimatum
because they have to hide
their ultra-rotten side.
There is, it may be said
a reason that has led
them only to use ones:
a dullard always shuns
the complicated things
and even if (s) he sings
they cannot count to three
therefore their misery
restricts what they can use
and thus a 'one' they choose.
yes Herbert the hiders are like spiders they love human blood they hide in there cob webs with there finger poised over the number (1) WAITING FOR YOUR WORK TO APPEAR THEN THEY STRIKE BUT NOT TO WORRY TALENT WILL ALWAYS WIN WARM REGARDS ALLAN
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good one...I liked it