Who Knows Poem by Madrason .

I've been hit on the road
I've been walked and been talked
I've been vaporised and stalked
analysed and cornered without aim
I've been centred to frame
whatever has a name
but from whence I came
no shame, going straight
going all the way
even if a sudden fall
I'll take that call
for I've walked it all
I have no such thing as fame
they call me Leon
but in fact I am a playful lion
so says my horoscope
I am not rich in coins nope
I have no beer or wine-cellar
I have a rich vocabulary that I do
I let my dignity roam free
and all future there will ever be
is that playful me with we
no decorations no mighty family-tree
just that one plain me and maybe thee. M