This guy doesn't
miss
his mother.
He's no Baptist
nor Apostle.
She screwed him
of his inheritance
on her death bed
despite his father's
last wishes and
testament.
And the fucking
sister
was no better.
Two Baba Yagas
in cahoots
stabbed him
in the back.
No matter!
He made it through
all by himself
and doesn't hold
a grudge.
He let it all go
years ago
in one single flush.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem