finally i come to the
conclusion that
friends are not necessary
so i may be
piqued and enter
into compromises
and accounting of
whether i have given more
or that they have given less
and so one by one
i keep a list
whom to junk
and whom to keep
and oh my
i can't reveal
if i still have ten
fingers anymore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem