Ym Efil

A Backwards poem, Words are reveresed, not lines. A Sdrakcab meop, Sdrow era deserever, ton senil.

Ho! Eht ssengnirob fo ym efil.

Gnihton, ton eno emit!

Gnihton ot ekam ym luos tfil

Eht ssengnirob, os suoromit.

I t'nac eveileb M'i gniog hguorht siht!

Ti si rettu erutrot!

Ym Efil lluf fo gnirob sgniht!

Ton neve a allitrot!

Tsuj ecno d'i ekil a yrruc

Ro ot hcnup a naed!

Tub i t'nac! S'ti a esruc!

Esuaceb, M'i ma daed.

Forwards:
The Boringness of my life, Nothing, not one time Nothing to make my soul lift The Boringness so timorous

I can't believe i'm going through this! It is utter torture! My life full of boring things Not even a tortilla

Just once, id like a curry Or to punch a dean But i cant! It's a curse! Because i'm dead!