Get drunk
Get high
regret is nigh.
After the rape by genetics
of environment
and your compromised self.
To the psyche
that you share
with those stolen underwear.
Puke... Surrender to the night.
Next day illusive as you
should be somber
contemplating
new diets, clothing fashion, and small lunch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perturbing write..indicating the trauma so skilfully