What makes one great
is being honest to oneself
and to others, of course
If you think spouting falsities
makes oneself great,
Is the worst
You can tell them you can never die
Make the bluest of blue into red
Have the biggest castle built in the sky
Fucked more than the hair in your head
Drank every day a fifty-five gallon of booze
Have a thousand dozen of pet kangaroos
These are excessively excessive
But that's the nature of untruth, I believe
You can be great by spurting lies
You can magic once into thrice
But you cannot cheat reality
For reality is laughing at you greatly
That is very very true. Thats those who claim to know God and ascribe to themselves His power the time will come truth will come out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You can be great by spurting lies You can magic once into thrice But you cannot cheat reality For reality is laughing at you greatly......wisely expressed; really I enjoyed What's great I know not What's honest, pious I really know not but it's true reality leaves none from its truthful clutch though it's too cruel