The man with the world's longest fingernails lives in Asia
His fingernails are his meal ticket; he meticulously takes care of them
He covers them when he goes out like a waterproof cast for a broken arm
The fingernails are curved and hang down heavy like fruit from a low hanging branch
They both have unicorn stripes along their length
The spiral is out of control and young boys will see this and tell other young boys
There is nothing special about you and me
The importance of being absolutely average
The nation we live in was built by absolutely average men and women
Many are not satisfied by this
They want to be recognized in some way
But have nothing to offer - no talent, no wealth, no good looks
So desperately they search for their hidden talent, their niche of fame
Meanwhile the man with the world's longest fingernails has coffee with the man with world's longest hair
They both require assistance
They used the body and its processes to achieve fame's supposed distinction
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem