Think bout this
Till Your head hurts.
Like y0ur pretty gurls
In their minni skurts.
And talk bout IT
Tillit turn y0u blu3.
And LIE about it
Tillit c@ches y0u.
Then laugh bout IT
Till IT falls apart
And You Are Looking @
Our Selfish heart
We all are pliant.
Mostly self reliant.
There's No need.
To feel, So defiant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem