I am so sorry I was ever born
as if we have a choice in the matter
maybe some of us miscarry before
suffering and sorrow overtake scorn
obviously, I have witnessed the worst
sugar poured in a buttermilk batter
obeys the rules, the recipe, the score
reason, in an apology, makes sense
rough sketch, as I jump off the ledge, headfirst
yolk in my face, we get only one chance
I must apologize for the sparrows
willful in the bushes, uncaught, they dance
as if there were no tomorrow, narrows
serve to allow safe passage, on the fence
everyone is informed on existence
versions of the real make believe we know
existence precedes essence as ideas
rivers flood the imagination, tense
bitter with fears, nevermore tears, switch gears
obey the rules, but why, observe the show
relax, the players eat corn tortillas
no more tears, baby shampoo, no one cries
as this body grows old with no more tears
sucker to feel this is normal, I steal
interest vested in God, as I must test
forgotten boundaries, envelopes to peel
wisdom apart at the seams, baseballs rest
entangled at a distance from the lies
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