My lines are shite and I know that
pretty damn skinny and rarely real fat
Half of you stand them
the others hold nose
They're ok to some
to others stinky toes
That is cool,
I expect and understand
But what happens when poet
and reader are same the man?
What if I hate what comes out me
really sucks bad, can't find no glee
How many times will I write and fail?
Until I condemn my bad verses to hell!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't know if your poems are 'class' or 'crass', but they do entertain and delight the readers! !