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Me

Born screaming small into this world-
Living I am.
Occupational therapy twixt birth and death-
What was I before?
What will I be next?
What am I now?
Cruel answer carried in the jesting mind
of a careless God
I will not bend and grovel
When I die. If He says my sins are myriad
I will ask why He made me so imperfect
And he will say 'My chisels were blunt'
I will say 'Then why did you make so
many of me'.

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  • Meggh Malignant
    November 19, 2006
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    I don't understand the last line. There doesn't seem to be anything in between, he's either happy or sad, no other emotion. He's hating himself, it's sad.

  • Nam
    June 28, 2003
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    8/10

    No errors do I see. LOL! This has both seriousness and humor in it, and entwined with both on a short piece, makes one excellent. But, I must say, how true.

    A great piece writ.