My days are black,
And the nights too.....
No, Im not a racist
But to your plastic eyes,
Maybe a belligerent feist!
Bound and broken,
torn and tied,
leashed on to the fence,
in your kitchen garden
meandering in emotional windstorms.....
Dark days, darker nights,
whimpers, crys and sighs.....
No, for me there are no human rights,
Just pin pricks - pricking pins....
Glass of water, some Aspirins.
Coddle me, kick me,
Abuse and squabble....
Do as you please, capricious life!
Passing time - timing passes,
Impasse, I am in thrall....
Flip through my book,
Version Me of life.....
Let it begin, let it close....
Page 1, page 2, page3, page 4.....
Epilogue.....
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