shifted to reverse gear, pulling out
parking lot is almost bare, squares
were left waiting for four tire to rest
it looks like nobody is taking offer
so do i; i have to fill up this body
for a continues mind processing
there's gasoline station with subway
tuck to the corner; for five bucks a foot
that would be lunch and dinner; good diet
poor like me i must be very frugal to pursue
longer life. i have no idea what is in yours
one thing they are very quick and efficient
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem