I write....
Only because, I'm right.
I'm right to write...
I'm, at times, very out of sight.
My brain, sometimes write on a very slanted track derailed...
My train brain is sometimes drained like a vacuumed swimming pool hall of the misgambled, erring hands down the alley's lane.
It is very hard for me to explain...
I am average looking, and very plain.
I am a plane that flies off the handle with care...
I like to boggle your mind, or stare.
I don't care where i am at, or there...
To you, I really do swear.
I swear many foul words, redirected at any unfortunate bystanders...
I live in the lowlands and not the highlanders.
I crash and burn...
I'm poor and never earn, or learn.
Mistakes often happen...
I get lost because i am bad with directions, while always mismappen' rappin', that does happen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem