Did I leave a false impression?
That left you to second guess?
And you have come back to arrange,
My passing of your test?
To select.
Did I leave a false impression?
That left you to second guess?
And you have come back to arrange,
My passing of a test?
To select.
Well let me tell you,
I'm not a bozo.
To be collected...
And left so low.
Oh no.
I am not that bozo.
Oh no.
No no bozo.
Well let me tell you,
I'm no bozo.
Oh no.
To be left solo.
NO!
No one picks me for a purpose,
Just to take a test.
And no one selects me,
As a choice to sit amongst the rest.
I'll be no bozo.
Oh no.
To be left so low.
NO!
Did I leave a false impression?
That left you to second guess?
And you have come back to arrange,
My passing of a test?
To select.
Well let me tell you,
I'm not a bozo...
To sit and consider,
Your proposal.
With twitters to twit,
Like a bozo!
Oh no.
No I'm no bozo.
NO!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As a choice to sit. I like it. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.