So sorry for the loss
Of your gloomy boss.
I'll say a prayer for him
And hope it'll comfort him.
Sorry for the blood.
I really am glad
It didn't stain
The pain in my guts.
Sorry for the bullet.
I didn't mean it.
Or did I?
It went off like crazy
And killed the fussy guy.
So sorry for me.
The train has gone
And I'm left alone
In this loony town
With no real me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem