She said that she would take him back if he found a job.
And he told her that the virus was holding him back.
But he liked being held back.
He just wanted to shoot craps and drink liquor.
And he needed her money to keep doing this.
He just wanted to run the streets.
And getting a job was the last thing on his mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem