I laugh at my problems,
atomic solvents.
My confusions fissure,
I go into a seizure.
Tissue dissolves muscles evolves,
brain runs along laughing,
I crack up and laugh up my confidence.
A division happens in a fraction of time.
If I was in my right mind
I would committee the master crime.
I would steal my own respect.
I lack the sensitivity to stop myself
from indulging my impure side.
I lie all the time. I ride the evil side of life,
and laugh at my problems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good thanks for the read. Regards Dave T