O I wish these irritating people would leave
Us alone! They think they know so much yet they know
So little! O they can't tell their arses from their
Elbows! They have the imagination of fleas.
They are lacking in poetry; they're so prosaic.
Yet they are the ones we're all forced to listen to.
They're inept. Yet they always are the first ones to
Point out our 'mistakes'. I hate them with a passion!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem