O I seem to be confronted by many fools,
Along the path of the perennial joke, that
Is modern life. Now, I am equipped with the tools
To deal with them, one by one, I never look back.
Indeed, my favourite phrases these manic days
Are. ' It's not MY problem! ' and, ' O well... at least,
They don't pay my wages! 'I don't care what they say.
They are best ignored, as I wish to live in peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem