No, they would not let me
The age was a major obstacle
Old people are liabilities
It's like praying for a miracle.
Funny how they seem to let
Those lazy bums and addicts in
Those radicals who simply get
The system messed up thin.
This immigration blues
Are getting into my nerves
And those that have the clues
Are those with money I observe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem