Doctor: Are you happy?
Poet: What is happiness?
Doctor: What gives you pleasure in life?
Poet: What is pleasure without pain?
Doctor: Pain, so you’re hurt?
Poet: So you’re a licensed shrink?
Doctor: So you’re a broken man whose supercilious demented outlook is not only a false reflection but a wall obstructing you from your true emotions?
Poet: So I am, Can you Help Me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem