The first time I wrote a book
I received a bold look
what on earth is this
the reader clenched a fist
he punched me in the face
for being a damn right disgrace
all the human bodies were sold
into the nights long fold
I tricked them all
they were a stupid fool
my heart began to sink
when I finished with the ink
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem