nor endure my routine fate
the years wasted in faith
turning me ugly in my servitude
took their toll on every intention
slipping away like greased ball bearings
out of the hands
of a drunken mechanic
I do not come as a later upgraded model
I am strictly as is
so with every forgotten reason
for pursuing every purpose
I did not change or improve my quality
I bought the rah-rah talk and kept trying
which only made everything worse
for me and all who tried to love me
tow me and sell for spare parts
that is my legacy to nothingness
the routine fate that tuned me
to despise my ordinary mind
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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