Kirk loved to drink and smoke.
He never could keep a dime, he was always broke.
He never had enough money to pay his rent.
Money would burn in his hands.
Unless it was foolishly spent.
Kirk was a shiftless bum.
He would beg for money from his friends.
And put them on the run.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There many foolish people around us like kirk.. Good one