Charge, you damn thing
Come on, or I’ll use my sling
Pretty please
I’m getting on my knees
What if she phones?
But said in different tones
Yes, yes, you blasted machine
That’s it, there is the light, and it’s green
It’s the fault of the in-car charger
Or maybe it’s the cigarette lighter
But you’re working now
Damn, I crashed into a plow!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem