country likker is my shabang
charlie asked me to touch his wang- I said 'charlie
you don't move down there'
he stole my boots to hop a train
and I was sad without a drag,
I could have had
a pistol. I could have smoked
until the sun went down,
singing 'baby, I'm the engine
you are just the sound'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Haha! Not sure what I just read but it was interesting and funny! : -)