I just might continue decomposing
the goat is my shepherd I shall not
be in need or vain was it you all
you scheemers gravediggers grave-
stone decorators you weepers in
the funeral procession of the queen
you babymakers fornicators soccer-
moms suffragettes you seed-posessed
maniacs of the reproductive cycle
as lost posessions giveaways floating
in the self-preserving filth of glory days
and holes surrounded by the utterly capable
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Marton D. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks