I am going to miss your putrid perfume
that I have inhaled for fourteen years now.
Your hold on me has been so great
that I have gotten back together
with you on numerous occasions.
Each time I inhale your foolish cloud,
I can feel death getting that much closer.
If I didn't feel like ending this now,
I know that I would end up dying for you.
I can think of many better fates but,
that is neither here nor there.
I must do this...for my future,
for my future families future, and for
my ability to be an honorable member
of the dysfunctional human race.
We function to dysfunction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem