I can't believe that I'm in jail.
The cops must have forced her to spill.
Well soon, I should be out on bail;
Then, I will teach her to keep still.
So what - I like'em young and fresh.
She needs to be with a real man,
To know the pleasures of the flesh.
It's all a part of nature's plan.
What I do in the privacy
Of my own home, by day or night,
Should be entirely up to me;
'Cause this is my God given right.
All this butting in makes me mad.
She's my daughter and I'm her dad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem