Who knows my keynote?
None is keen to.
Put the kibosh on your kick
It’s kinky, it’s killing me.
That knave’s got a knave at
Knavery
Abusing, though and even mentally, is
Rascality(perhaps only to me)
Knock me about you may, for
I mock at the laws
Mental abuse replies no punishment
Physical abuse is a fraud.
Nothing are my words
Lighter than the feather and the air
Thin air, which happily suppresses my efforts, and
Down the drain is that contests my joy and fruits.
I am just nobody with no say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem