Do I have permission?

Do I have permission to die, Sir?
For want of better things to do
Lay my head on the hard ground
For Yama to woo?

Do I have permission to live, Sir
In words and thoughts following you
Jump up and down as you bid
And rest in your zoo?

Do I have permission to speak my tongue?
Oh, that might offend you
My head will be on the block
Awaiting axes in a queue.

Do I have permission to vomit, Sir?
The words taught by you
No clutter, no taxing of my brain
That's a good thing to do.

My mind I gift to you, Sir
My heart I have skewered too
Now the world's a great place
It holds you, and only you.