They are well groomed but so devious.
Women are their prey; they've no conscience.
They tend to look for painted zombies;
(Types that abound in many a town) .
They try to mimic love's sweet language,
But they end up sounding like parrots.
They boast about driving fancy cars
Because they fall short on other things;
As one can easily imagine.
Those seduced by them must be brain dead!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem