He was really feeling his Budweiser buzz.
He knew everything happens for a reason.
But sometimes he wished he knew what that reason was.
His favorite dog ran away.
In bed with him his girlfriend refused to lay.
His boss fired him and wouldn't give him severance pay.
The sun was shining but to him it seemed like a stormy day.
He had run out of his meds.
And negative thoughts kept entering his head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem