How about all
All this damn crap
I deal with
Just to damn write
How about you wake
For creepin' damn sake
Feel the damn snake
In your worst mistake
How about you taste
This writer's damn life
Before accusin'
The damned amusin'
How about I shoot to kill
Just for the damn creepin' thrill
I ain't no goddam saint
I won't die in damn faint
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem