They say life is blues or a funk,
but i argue that he is stupid.
the play he makes is a noisy junk
he weirds a youth to a pig, and the old a kid
i have too a step i learnt from my dad,
that makes me either drunk or half-mad.
Ha ha you and me both, but I would say I'm more half mad. Great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well articulated and nicely encapsulated in good rhyme scheme with insight. Thanks for sharing.