I have decided to become a poet.
Everyone else is doing it. Heck,
Even my two-year-old can toss together rhyming words.
And alliteration?
My infant babbles about bottles and balls and babies and blankets
All day long.
The world wide web has created a new heritage,
An everlasting legacy of publication
For the nobodys the no-talents the good-for-nothings and the nothing-better-to-dos.
So now, when I google myself,
My very own published poem will pop up
Providing my fifteen minutes of internet fame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good nice thoughts here. I enjoyed your poem cousin.