Maybe not all dogs have a bone
or I don't have a destined throne.
Maybe someone else rigged the race
or I have knocked on the wrong place?
Or I don't have a poker face,
I'm so naive to play wrong ace.
Do I have to remain a passive spectator
or accept to be ruled by mighty dictator?
Are some animals more equals than others,
or are we supposed to all live like brothers?
Should I pretend I know everything
or be on the soapbox flattering?
Should I befriend my longtime neighbor
or should I try to curry favour?
Should I lip service? Should I have lied?
Should I have been a Jekyll and Hyde?
Did some made fortunes and others gone to the wall?
Is this country for the cliques or is it for all?
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