Here I am,
make of me what you will:
You say I am "imperfect";
so, "fix" me!
You say I am "imperfect";
so take me,
shape me,
"smooth" my ragged edges...
You say I am "imperfect";
so 'correct' me!
Erase Me, and instill 'your'
sacred image.
Pound me till your god 'bones ache'
and your sweat glands burst!
From the force of your
perspiration.
...And when I am "sacred",
when I am "hallowed",
when I have been pounded,
and polished,
and preened to 'your'
sweet perfection:
Then inspect me,
and see what kind of 'ass'
you really are!
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
You Say I Am Imperfect
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2 comments:
Thankyou! I shall commit this poem to memory, and recite it each and every time I encounter someone who wants to change me. This I shall do for the rest of my difficult, solipsistic days. I have spoken.
ps: keep up the good writing.
funny & passionate.
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