To tick,
Or not...
To tick off?
Should this be one's main focus,
As a goal?
Should one have other ambitions?
Such as to step on one's toes?
Or...
Deliberately roll one's eyes,
From left to right...
Pausing,
With immediated vertical...
Up and down movement?
Followed by a thumbing of one's nose.
The choices dwindle today.
So appropriate were the days,
When walking with a cork up one's butt...
Displayed one's irritation,
With those thought 'beneath'.
Now...
Today,
So many are beneath.
Even beneath those they chose to be 'beneath'.
And it becomes increasingly difficult to decide,
Whom to tick off...
And why?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem