You have to understand…,
-I know you do
we are so different
while I have made mountains from
mole hills and dreams way past possibility
I am
astute and bound by what I know.
I don't have the answers
I do know where to look
but why…why?
I suppose its litmus interfering,
that little b**tard… he still
kicks me in the n*t sacks
every-time,
reminding me its time to wake up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem