I'd like to throw a stone,
Into that glass house you live.
I'd like to see you out in reality...
Being honest with yourself as you give.
I'd like to see you dropp pretensions,
And all of that political correctness mess.
I'd like to see you be yourself again...
If 'that' from you has not yet left!
I'd like to see that done,
Before you are overcomed...
By repossessions and foreclosures!
I'd like to see you.
But not with the look of shock.
Or the stunning that has knocked you out,
In a bout with reality!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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