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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
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.