The first thing I do, 
When I turn 21, 
Is order some beer, 
To drink away my pain, 
The next thing I do, 
Is order a few more, 
I will sit and think, 
I just want to drink away my pain, 
The last thing I do the day I turn 21, 
Is pick a random fight, 
Go strait to jail, 
And destroy my life,                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice realistic poem..