'I guess you won that conversation
and you should get a prize
for interfering dedication
and masterful disguise.
My friend and I use older knowledge,
a horse that will not race -
every imitation 'new age'
consumes its time and place.
I see you think that ridicule
can answer any question,
but I and this sweet, silly 'fool'
get honourable mention.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem