There is not one of us
Who would want their thoughts
Put up on a bill board
In Times Square
Or any other square
For that matter
I think it's high time
We all got over ourselves
And quit being
A bunch of pompous asses
It's tiring to act the part
And it's equally tiring
To put up with others
Who are doing the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nicely envisioned and aptly presented. Enjoyed. TFS.