Once I was waiting for Jesus
along with the others, talked that.
‘He's gonna save you trash'
that nobody really wants to hear.
Read the bible on lunch breaks in the park,
while others chowed down, smoked dope,
or gawked at the opposite sex.
I even busted my kid's chops,
but they just escape to their rooms,
made their stereos louder.
Once I was saved, and was going to heaven,
positive all of you were gonna burn in hell.
The old lady tells me now.
'Life than with you was harder than
the drug years'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem