Living in a cardboard box,
Wearing cardboard boxers
This cutup got cut out,
Due to not taking life seriously enough
Now he entertains only that which feels broken within him,
Too weak at this point to offer much resistance,
To rise up and find a warmer place to squat
Maybe he should just keep walking then,
Until he pieces back together the parts of his mind which will allow him to live again,
Acting and thinking like a human unit
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem