Whoever that was,
Who thought you to be the joke...
Should be here to see you laughing.
And you leave no clue...
You are the one trained,
To spot fools to seduce them.
Either way...
There is still some madness,
About this...
That is loved and exchanged.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Folly, Madness, fools, and money = Calamity