I always smile nicely
and play by the rules,
and as a result
am surrounded by fools.
My tongue is too floppy;
my thoughts remain hid.
With my dearth of directness
I'll never be rid
of car-crazy cretins
and lager-lout loons,
name-dropping ninnies
and brainless buffoons.
To escape from this onslaught,
to shrug off this curse,
I hope I need only write
one simple verse.
But of course they'll not hear me.
They'll read what I write
and express their distress
at my terrible plight.
But just in case: Fools!
You all make me sick.
Your mouths are too wide
and your skulls are too thick
And the space that you fill
- and I'm only being fair -
is better employed
by ten gallons of air.
What I do's not better
and yes, I may moan,
but at least, very kindly,
I leave you alone.
Writing is a powerful strenght that cleans our soul, nevertheless others hear or see it, It cleans YOU and that's perfect! Friends who dont understand you or your work are not true friends. Nice write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
excellent rhythm, neat, and meaningful. Just by writing a verse you have started the process of getting rid of that sort of company. Isam Hussain