a near-sighted
guardian angel
mistakes my wound
for a bird's tail and salts it
so openly blighted
I yell like hell
but the angel's deaf as well and no sound
I make can ever halt it
I guess I'm supposed to thank you Lord
I'm always gored but never bored
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