A great Poet once told me
'those who have never experienced madness
at least once in their lives, have never lived'
so here goes,
one Sunday evening
whilst I was rummaging through a garbage bin down town
looking for a snack
I was tapped on the shoulder
by a cat
he said… 'eh up, save something for me'
I replied…
I hate my life; I want to die
to be honest, I can't believe I shared that with a cat
the cat, then replied…
well at least when your gone your gone
I've got eight more f…… lives to live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem