Either this connection,
Is getting more defective.
With no urgency to correct.
Or is it suggested,
What stinks with a foul odor...
Would be better left to accept.
'Why do you insist,
Your standing in the middle...
Of a sinking swamp,
Can be sold as the best...
That a future you envision,
Offers.
And only you have the ability,
To sell the concept.
Without producing,
A speck of proof.
'Because I have learned,
How to seal a deal...
Before proving evidence.
To leave no one to suspect,
The best of my work...
Is motivated,
With lots of hype.
And midnight guessing.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem