There were bills to be paid.
Good times that seemed to fade.
The boss was on his back.
His girlfriend criticized the way he humped in the sack.
He felt like life was giving him a bad rap.
So he took a nap.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When problems comes, it's from all direction Have face and overcome, good time again starts to appear