And off your cloths you silly brath
you good for nothing stinking rat
i knew i trailed your dirty path
now who will seal heavy fart
Years you hid your growing fallow
in dark steps you seem to wallow
claiming you were straight and narrow
i'll make sure you hug the gallow
How you thought your steps were nippy
sure your ways are more of hippy
how the path you walk are slippy
let the law rejioce o yippee
Now the faults from all your blue stride
your reckless thinking and sucide
and attempt murder homicide
and family treat of genocide
Now go behind the bars and wait
and you'll be served from cocroach plate
now move along and face your fate
or i will shatter your rough pate.
I know where this came from.... Blue bullish constable... Good one indeed
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I would like to translate this poem
Yea... The exactitude of there actions