The first thing I do,
When I turn 21,
Is order some beer,
To drink away my pain,
The next thing I do,
Is order a few more,
I will sit and think,
I just want to drink away my pain,
The last thing I do the day I turn 21,
Is pick a random fight,
Go strait to jail,
And destroy my life,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice realistic poem..