Acting sometimes like a prankster,
I’m agnostically an angster,
but when I am feeling angsty
console myself with hanky-panksty.
Hardly schoolish though I’m scholared,
pennywise, pound foolish dollared,
not by Jesus saved, or Moses,
angst pranks me towards agnosis.
Written on my flight from LA to London, en route for Vienna.
7/10/07
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I would like to translate this poem
LMAO, Gershon. A clever, brilliant rhyme! Fun, too. Thanks for sharing.