Mother may I...
Have a drink like you?
Down a bottle or maybe two?
Mother may I...
Have a one night stand?
With the owner of the bar or the guy from the band?
Mother may I...
Throw my mirror to the wall?
Afraid to look at myself at all?
Mother may I...
Be just like you?
Down the bottle of pills and stop my pulse to?
Mother...
You must not have thought things through,
But since I wrapped it up, doesn't it sound stupid to you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem