someday i will write a story about some doctors
swallowed by the big mouth of their love for money
and when they are finally swallowed digested by the fangs of their greed,
i will invent those long winding intestines
with lots of hydrochloric acid
so that all of them shall become nothing
but fluids
discharged smoothly in my
anus
as i feel that pleasure of excreting those
that consumed my
budget reserved for other
works of charity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
. You did not waste ink on this poem.nice work ric