Looks, tastes, feelings and smells
went up today,
or held their own;
but sounds went down:
a bore on a bus
on her mobile phone
subjected me near
to nothing I wanted to hear.
They went further down
when not ten minutes later,
a bore before a concert,
on her mobile phone,
imposed on me
a sound I decided then and there
people should never be made to bear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Boy, do I agree with you on this topic! Nice!