It nags, it needs,
Okay I'll scratch.
And I scratch.
Is it happy?
Someone wise;
Would ignore
What it asks.
Not me.
It nags, it needs,
Okay I'll scratch.
And I scratch.
It's mellow now,
But only when it gets its own way.
But is it happy?
Someone wise;
Would ignore
What it asks.
Not me.
It nags, it needs,
Okay I'll scratch.
And I scratch.
And now it bleeds.
But is it happy?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem