I try and convince myself it's fine.
The problem's ain't
getting any bigger. Who are you trying
to kidd?
ya kidder.
You got ya finger pressed on the trigger.
I`m the one holding
the gun.?
Go figure.
As if you didn`t already know. I could see
the crack's beginning to show.
You know there won't be anything left soon. I presume.
Nothing but your doom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem