No matter how it is packaged.
Deodorized and scented for presentation.
Trash is trash.
Identified by its attraction to the gutter!
And all things of sewage gatherings,
Enjoyed and complimented...
For an undeniable taste that is consumed.
And praised for all of its decadence declared...
In worship!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem