There is nothing like being made,
To look like someone's fool.
With a learning of a lesson taught,
By another who has brought 'something'...
To one's attention.
However...
This will be extremely difficult to do,
And teach effectively in an environment...
Comprised mostly of fools,
Seen strutting around on a daily basis...
Proud to be depicted that way.
'What is the point you are trying to make?
And for what purpose?
~Forget it.
Just forget it.
This is a waste of time.~
'Yours?
OR mine? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fools by whose standard? Were all fools comes certain things. Were all flawed in someway. With strengths and weaknesses all the same. Too strut it around on a daily basis, might not be intentional. They might not even know. As part of there personality it shows. Are you to strike them down with out an explanation? A course taking a deviation. All because of what you see you don't like. Here take my compliment full of spikes. Lay it down and ready it for them to come across. Their feet will hurt but they will finally know.