If it wasn't for
A readily available
Supply
Of cheap paper
On which I can scribble
There are days
My frustration is such
That I would have gotten
On a bullet train
And gone from Hangzhou
To Beijing
And torn down
The Great Wall of China
Singlehandedly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I believe you, Raymond. : -)