if the Bible said that we should all submit to each others poetry
we would be out of one's tree, berserk in the kitchen
rounding the bend
at a dead end
schizo-
bats in belfry-
mad as a March hare, flaky, erratic-
unzipped-
unhinged-
our screws would be so loose, we'd cry
walk into a great depression
and binge on the Thesaurus.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a fun poem I enjoyed the read