after how many plays
and stories written
Brody has remained an
undergraduate
his impatience for listening
has grown fangs
venomous he scares
those who could have spoken
about what his truth is
his inability to take the shape
of the mold
where he wants to fit in
genius i know he is
but look at him
he is always overtaken by
the worst nincompoop in town.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem