Just to annoy, antagonize
to rage war with these types
if your one of those
grammar fixated foals
who overplays word play
words, sentence in form
in my sights you're find you
and little care do I
for laws of literature
two you I speak of not now
if ever once perhaps
incoherent
too the point no
ramble on sleepless self
this is a wasteful poem
now nothing else
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bravo Mike! I feel the same way.