Who believe that death is the greatest orgasm
because it frees you from the biggest itch
(lesser ones free you from littler ones)
are right up there with who say
'the poor would be poorer than they are
if the rich had less of what's in the jar'
(and, too,
if they had to clean up their own poo.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem