Luis was a powerfully built bully who loved to beat him up at the pool hall.
One day he had enough and bought a 38 special revolver.
And the next time Luis came at him, he started pumping bullets into him.
But Luis kept coming and put him into a chokehold.
He died in Luis' hands and Luis survived.
As he was dying, he wished that he had bought a shotgun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem