Rhubarb, Rhubarb!
Seems like a lot of people
Talking
Gibberish.
Conversations nose diving into
A lethargy of contrived outcomes.
The outlook is messy
Not awakened.
Others will be informed,
But when we
Deem it necessary to
Ignore you! ,
We will!
Gobblygook is always misunderstood
By the public.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem