How can a person feel arrogant?
Even the most powerful of us
can see everyone else's face
but his own.
It’s like we’re each holding
a lollipop we can’t lick.
Life is a little
like Forehead Shitzky,
the card game
we played in junior high,
where everyone holds one card
face up on his forehead
without looking,
then bets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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