I want to know,
What gives you the right,
To decide for me?
How, I am to live?
What I am to know?
Or where is My Life,
Supposed to go.
You're not a god,
Much less, a king,
You're not even a Clown,
In a Circus ring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Ha, I think they ARE clowns Sandra, most of them anyway! ! Amusing write.