There are some things I dont want to know about.
They say that Ignorance is bliss.
I sure beats having to giov twoo hoots.
Those that shout the loudest
have an agenda
This mind's on a bender.
This mind is not for sale.
In fact up yours.
Polticians, thieves, and the rest.
Lets put them to the test.
I round them up like cattle.
Then make them do battle with each other.
i dont care anymore about thing.
Not about the footballers like Rooney
and plain women like his Colleen.
This sound really mean.
But they are nothing without money or the fame.
I cant think of a witty end to this verse
As the outcome would e adverse......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem