I'm seeking an apt thought,
something timely, too.
The urge to accommodate
the customs of Christmas
is an embedded trait...
I have to stop and affirm
my motive. Stop and seek
a response correlating
given view. I don't want
to go back to notions
based on notions given
down from notions
downed from folks who
don't know what the notions
note...
hence, this hesitant
approval...
hmmm?
Merry Xmas?
No, that feels like...
a cactus in a hat, one
that makes me scratch
the scalp of this/my
minced-brain head,
this due to such grave
n' persistent insult,
it gets...
so petulant.
.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem