Second guessing is infectious.
As fact finders seem to be less curious.
Although those accused of anything done,
Are seldom left free to be believed...
If their lives lived should be discovered,
To be without no mud to sling or tea to pour.
Since scandalous sex and deceptions to treat,
Have people today creating this wanting more...
To satiate the taste of their lowered standards.
Standards kept just yesterday,
That had many imitating a proper social etiquette.
But today...
Those getting the most respect are naked.
Or teasing those left with little imagination kept.
Whether they are intelligence or brainless.
It doesn't matter. Not anymore.
It's about marketing shock to produce a dollar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem