I can put up any old shit,
Endless ramblings without rhyme.
But I've decided not to,
For that would waste your time.
What's happened to poetry magic,
To each and all I do implore.
Enough of this points obsession,
For all those keeping score.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You're spot on Shaun! It's much better to take one's time and craft a poem. As Wordsworth once wisely stated, ' Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of poweful feelings. It takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.' The latter sentence is very important. It doesn't mean that any ignorant speed merchant should vomit out 'poetry'. Consequently, it's a for God's sake slow down inspired five from me!