Bonus payments for his skills
were made in the tools he used
to exercise those skills.
He polished and packed
and unpacked and polished and packed
and gained pax without conversion.
They said, 'He'd have one nine five
if he'd only needed five,
and even if he needed forty five more,
a hundred and fifty would be his score.
'Min or max
without conversion there can be no pax.
We've gotta get tough
on a guy who's a bullet buff.'
We've gotta get tough on a guy who's a bullet buff.'..... nice break for a catastrophe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Buff' is that buffoon? Could there be pax where bullets hold theist currency?