A lack of discipline,
With disrespect permitted...
Repays as an expense,
By those attempting to convince...
Their lives to live have been entitled,
To give them rights to lay blame on others...
For giving them no other alternative,
But to be undisciplined.
Disrespectful.
Unmotivated without initiative or incentive.
To prove they have been incapable to face,
The truth and obstacles they have created.
Leaving them unable to recognize,
Those opportunities hand delivered...
Were not the ones to help them overcome,
Their delusions to taste an escalation of waste.
And this is wished with that promise of frosting.
'What do we want? '
~An improved baked cake.~
'And how do we want it? '
~With a tasteful frosting we can better appreciate.~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem