If I could choose a place to sit
I would never sit beside a poet
He says the dweller in his chest
Certainly tortures him the best
That merciless little rebel
For so long, has hurt him like hell
When he is chanting for being stupid
He sounds like a 16-year old kid
Thank goodness I am a translator
It is just sad to be an emotional writer
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