Having been told by the bad
of Honduras,
'If you won't be bad,
you can go to the States',
who won't be bad
(or don't want to be)
are packing up
and Statesing.
But for the turd,
'packing up'
could be 'constipating'-
see my poem,
'You Can't Say That'.
But for the turd,
the good of Honduras
could be constipating,
then Statesing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem