I now 'speak' with robo-calls....
I tell them to get stuffed....
thus releasing steam and blither-blab
if my ego's less-than-puffed....
they'll soon be deemed 'illegal'
and that source of 'joy' be-stilled....
I'll have to find another way
to cuss and feel fulfilled....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem