Imperfect Creatures

I fought the fight

Then saw the light

In a million drops of rain

Each perfect and sharp

Each pointed at my heart.

You squandered this clown.

Your mean frown

Shows no pity for silly things

For imperfect creatures.

For uncertain features.

Oh to be you, so sure and  strong

So full of conviction with your pretentious diction.

You stand in the door , while desperate creatures like me

Try to see

Try to catch a glance

A second chance.

Am I out of chances friend?

Is this really the end?

Have I used them all up ?

Been a chance slut?

I suppose I have and this really is it

It’s a pity you turned out to be such a

Sh#t

(c) Slumpless

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