I'm replying to you Unhappy Reader
and your comment on my poem called...
In The Cheerless Murky World Of Poetry.
I am not the wise one you seek.
You must look elsewhere.
And my child,
I cannot lead you to the Promised Land.
For that great truth lies with another,
One who knows everything,
One who see's everything,
One who is everything.
One who is everyone.
And I'm not shitting you on that one.
For my child you seek the one we call...
The Smith!
A hard so called man to find.
To nail down,
Hopefully once and for all.
I wish you well with your noble quest.
The only wisdom I can possibly offer you is this,
Beware of him when the moon is fat.
And beware of him when the moon isn't fat.
For sharp of tongue is he.
And sweetened talk and cunning.
I wish you well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant realised, acerbic poem Shaun. I will always be a true friend and support you through thick and thin on this often diabolical site. It's certainly a terminate all traitors inspired ten from me!