The fact is i used to dress like a pump attendant /
& Supervisor, hence i have forgotten to bring the uniform /
back as i am a poet. /
So, i am afraid to wear it in public anymore /
as you will identify me. /
Hence, i don't remember where i have put it... /
but the one for the Supervisor i still wear it on Sundays. /
The fact is i am guilty conscious & i can't resist it like a poet, /
hence i decided to compose a poem... /
The fact is i used to work in TOTAL GARAGE, /
PETROPORT MOUNTAIN VIEW in Montrose. /
Hence, i found it hard to be honest, /
by way of bringing their uniform back like a poet. /
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem