you are simply
out of tune
the lyrics are
not fit
for the song
you sing out of
time
the strings of the
guitar snap
the guitarist folded
his arms and
take his leave
you have not tried
to at least rhyme
and society is not
short of disgust.
here you are
still singing, numb,
unaffected.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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