Inside the other side.
And not sure why,
I had been invited.
Perhaps I had been outside,
So long...
I was not recognized.
But then again,
If it was not for the exercise...
In the minding of my own business,
I make attempts to try...
I would have stayed outside.
Since I hate to be around those,
Faking humor.
AND charading pretentiousness.
Although looking through the window,
I found too difficult to read lips.
Especially the ones munching,
On those little finger sandwiches.
And I must admit,
They were delicious.
'Hello.
You're new.
What do you do? '
I peep through windows and read lips.
'LOL...
That's funny AND quite original.
I'm glad someone around here has a sense of humor.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem