When I was young I donned a cardboard crown
    and imagined myself a king.
If my brother wanted in I let him
    be king— as long as I was God.

Apparently my interest in power
    was too strong to outgrow:
I still expect to meet a girl someday
    who’ll play master/ slave with me.

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