He fell from a construction site and he landed with a loud thud.
His only regret was that he hadn't drank more Bud.
Something told him that he wasn't going to make it.
And this bad feeling he just couldn't shake it.
He had always wanted to go to heaven which would be swell.
But then he thought that maybe they drank Bud in hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem