As a kid he use to be so sincere.
But as a man, all he sincerely wanted to do was hump and drink beer.
He loved to drink his Bud.
A good hump always felt so good after drinking those suds.
He knew that he would probably end up in hell.
But as long as he had humping and beer, all is well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem