I had to move out of France.
Too many arseholes,
Not enough bullets.
Clearly you're speaking from experience. And have you ever picked your feet in Capixie/
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know all your identities. None of them are worth calling poets. Why don't you give up and visit Dymocks to read.
Spammer lets examine you. All three comments are clearly you-the time groupings and you subconsciously used the word identities, clearly insecure and schizophrenic. How am I doing so far? And you're an Aussie? How do I know this your mind boggles? Easy-peasy-lemon- squeezy. The word Dymocks. So g'day sport! ! !