i do love my children
i do love my wife
i am reminded of a little wisdom
gained from struggle and from life
i don't know what i have
they won't tell me what i've lost
there's only a few things i think i know
almost nothing about what they cost
i'm surrounded by voices
shouts of meanness and greed
filling me with what i should covet
a list of all the things i should need
my life can be much more meaningful
if i become numb while playing dumb
make my life more divinely satisfying
with carafes of high test public rum
it's brewed in hush-hush basements
sold by the gallon and the flask
soon your brain forgets all the questions
it's become too stunned to ask
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A man'; s heart is halved and quartered each time he punches a woman.