untitled
Seems like everybody knows what’s best for me
I’m not allowed this medical procedure or this drug
It’s demanded that I take that drug and hide my worthless face
My car and my family’s protection are Evil
and I must give up these things I like because “they” don’t
because I have an opinion “they” hate me
Except for the money I somehow owe “them”
“They” want that, for sure
So, for all “those” who feel “they” have the power to demand my sacrifice
“You” first!
I’ll be right behind “you”, maybe
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Yes, watch out for the nasty pronouns. They will get you every time. Well done on the poem.
You are a cowboy, Steve Cummings, aiming your one good eye to the sun.