It was not out of any disrespect, of
it was usually because the familiars,
rejected them selves and became familial.
So he puts on Rabi tears, dances to your plums,
and it makes a great picture, when he's not trying
to run your local government.
Then the pellets fall, you know they are not yours,
do you fun some more, chariots with fire breathing
yes, yes...you fire him and hire it's sister, you must
know the other half of it, as is swell..it is can be,
not your designated driver..
Roses in bloom, make him swoon,
it is forever drunk in the trunk there after.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem