Dirty politician
You tell me
What I need
Whilst you sit, idle
In your beach house
Wine sipping,
Cigar puffer
Your clothes
Made of money
And your jewellery
Made of bone
Writing checks all day
To people almost
As rich as you
I'll just sit here
In my small apartment
Writing poetry,
To people more pathetic
Than me
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I would like to translate this poem
DEALS and more DEALS