He loved the guy that he was.
Even though he was young and a lying piece of crap.
Who was getting on his chin some peach fuzz.
He knew that he should change.
But that just was not his aim.
He wanted to get laid.
And hump all the pretty babes.
He had told his girlfriend that he would be true.
But he lied all the time and this made her so blue.
She finally had to tell him that they were through.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem