This poor, confused, misguided old soul
He really thinks he knows
And now his threats are written words
To me personally, not in prose
Do his readers know the real him?
Hateful, lying, childish bully that he is. Making threats?
They will
And then he wonders why the police watch him like a hawk
So sad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem