ingest your morals from the plate
feeding all the morons.
bad guy, good girl
black-white ideals.
you preaching empty slits
means nothing to me.
follow the blind sheep to the river
and plunge in, just like all the rest.
i have you to attest;
believing is better,
ignorance is best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem