I try to emphasize, with so many here.
But when I hear people wine about nothing but cheese,
and thing's, I myself wouldn't even
take notice of.
The only thing that's the same about here and prison
are the cliques,
that I stayed away from, which allowed me to survive prison.
So when I read a poem about nothing,
after having posted one
that you would only see on forensic files.
I can only conclude
that some are so wrapped up in them selves,
or where you live it's not living, or the ego's are so large
While not forgetting narcissistic personality's.
But that not withstanding I guess half of something is
better than all of nothing.
When so many here boycott what other's write.
With the world mostly filled with stupid people no one
out side of U.S.
are left to read what the rest of U.S. write anyway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem