I didn't remove my poems in a fit
of pique as has been suggested.
It was time to cull and revise, cut
and polish, and give some a swift
kick in the arse.
In the saying and the doing I also
make this observation. Poemhunter
sold out to mindless boring promoters
of mindless boring products. It's called
consumerism, and it starts wars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem