Take a look at my C.V.
I wonder if it's really me
Made up jobs I've never done
Except maybe that awkward one
That day at the asylum
Where everyone seemed struck dumb
And some has cutlery in their hair
Wondering why it was stuck there
Taking a look at my C.V.
Maybe that was really me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem