He looked to the stars and the stars said,
You have run out of luck.
When it comes to women, you really suck.
Now I ought to come out of this sky and kick your butt.
You used harsh words on her that really cut.
Now that she is gone and you're all alone.
Don't come crying to me about your wrongs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem