Like a Wal-Mart toy
sealed in plastic
by a sadistic packaging freak
my soul is encased
It rattles inside
when I shake
visible in bits and pieces
through the haze
the stickers and the tape
if I wanted to take it out
I'd need a knife
to cut some vital part
but that would make the box
a broken piece
of useless plastic
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem