They kill the teacher's and free thinker's first,
Then censor that which you write.
All the things by which as a society, we are judged.
Unable to evolve,
Stifled the intelligent have correctly decided not
To have children.
Questions pertaining to one's own kind of reason waived
Away, by the flick of a hand by some man that says thank you.
And pushed out the door with his middle finger, firmly
Without gloves pushed up into that place wonderful and strange.
The pump of his firms near America's waterways and the loud
Sucking noises, usually reserved for those at home not yet drunk.
The vibrator bent, points north but you hang to the left,
Or to the right unique and slanted, Emily about truth.
And as fewer and fewer of the intellectuals correctly reason
To bring no children into such a world.
Jerry Springer and Judge Judy, make that much more money.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem made me laugh, in a sad sort of way. Thanks for sharing!