Elliott was an okay guy but sometimes he could get really lowdown.
Because he liked to sneak through the back door of the picture show downtown.
Some of the kids would get really pissed.
Just watching him get away with this.
Some of the paying moviegoers were feeling like saps.
But Elliott sat munching his large bag of popcorn not giving a crap.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem