He felt that he had been robbed.
A computer had taken his job.
He became so pissed.
He swang at the computer with a baseball bat.
And he did not miss.
The boss sent him to jail.
He sent a note from jail to the boss saying kiss my butt.
And it was delivered by mail.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And probation and fines followed him. Well jail is jail. Nice poem with a proper impact. James McLain 🎸