Don't spit. Don't back-chat. Don't be rude. Don't swear
I'm going to do it anyway. So there!
Don't play on Sunday. Pleasure is a sin
I'm going to do it anyway. Don't care
Don't lie. I know you're lying. You've gone red
Mother, you still control me though you're dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem