Mother, May I?

Mother, may I?

I don't want to go.

I've got snot pouring out of my nose.

I want to try to do it on my own.

Here's your crown,

There's your throne.

Mother, may I?

Please not go.

Inside is a dark dungeon wet.

No one no one has made it out yet.

They're farming babies you can bet.

People yet I have not met.

Mother may I?

Please see it my way.

What if this was my last day?

What on earth would they say?

Don't send me there.

I'm dying this way.

Anita Renee