Shrink away!
my conscience tells me.
Dissapate!
My body says.
But.
Of course.
I just...
stand there.
ever
so
stupidly.
What's your problem? !
my mind screams
Ohhhh noooooo...
my read face groans.
Oh,
the ab-ject
hu-mi-li-a-tion!
It deprives me
of my happiness.
How dare it!
Grrrrrrr...
Pick a date
for that revenge...
but what against?
Oh yes.
That red-faced
abject
humiliation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem