They seem so pleased to be planning their funerals.
O why can't these ghoulish, sickly smiling creatures,
Enjoy the precious life that they have been given? ! .
For them it's all about the money. Yes even
Death pays handsome dividends these days. It irks me
Considerably that these cut rate creeps spread their
Superficial 'happiness' across our flat screens;
In a flattened out society; with no depth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed, it is a dampened down existence my friend. Light still shines through the cracks in it.
Thanks Michael..I. agree.