Rarely few and barely none,
Will be mention to get an attention...
For an upright life wished to live,
With attempts made to do this done.
But 'someone' admitted,
To have committed crimes against others...
Will be selected and picked,
To appear on a rock magazine cover.
'Where on EARTH,
Do you come up with such nonsense? '
Minding my business.
With a preference not to be convinced...
How decadence is accepted,
And marketed by those without consciousness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem