Years of blood, sweat and neverending toil
Culminate in this the perfect life, cream,
I'm the cat that's got it all around me,
Though she is more than a dairy product
And more than I deserve for my eye strays
In search of the cow. Curiosity.
The summer of cancerous arrogance,
Wanting more than what God would give to me
The sheer temerity to think of this.
I squeezed a plum. I killed the old farmer.
My spirit now a rural collapsed lung,
A lung filled with air, a lung filled with blood
At the start, terminal monstrosity,
Temptation is all I cannot resist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem