Strolled onto the scene
Semi disheveled
Feeling self conscious
My ego was bruised
When the critics pointed out
My ensemble was weak
Then I remembered
I don’t care what they think
So I dropped my pants
And took them to the moon
Freedom can be quite scary
To the sheep in the herd
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah better to stick out from the herd than slavishly follow the fashion Nice poem BB : O)