Pouring falling
Through your door
Though you don't want me anymore
You never wanted me at all
I've got so much to give
That you won't let me live
But I don't want to die
That's why
I come back more and more
THAT'S WHY I NEED TO SHOUT
BECAUSE YOU SHUT ME OUT
look what I've got for you
So many things to do
Better health
Better wealth
You really should improve yourself
Now see me dancing on your screen
Glossy pictures to be seen
All red and blue and luscious green
Need me, feed me
Look look look
I'm so much better than a book
I must have something that you need
I hear your fear, I see your greed
Cut me down
I sprout again
Persistent as
The falling rain
You won't stop me
It's as you dread
The roots of me are in your head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think you might want to remove the z on this one I think it an excellent poem.