The lines continue to grow long,
Outside the freshly renovated restaurant, Denial.
People await and stand patiently to taste...
The popular Smothered Crooks In Hot Gravy.
Served with a side order,
Of I Can't Believe It Until I'm Convinced.
And of course, this dish too is found delicious.
And working there part time,
Are those barely paying their rent.
But happy these jobs for them have been created.
And on the menu listed under desserts,
Scoops of 'Delusion' come free...
If the patron is seen quenching their thirst,
Either on Acceptance or Memory Loss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem, thanks, I like it.