Born Wrong

I was born wrong.

I was cut from the womb

With a mind half-formed

Of wicked synapses that flensed

Innocent she-flesh from bone.

So sayeth common, succorous sense

So maketh the modern man’s morals.

I agree.

I agree.

Then why does righteousness 

Smack of

Raspberry smashed lips

And the blood of someone

Someone

Please god remember

someone

Who’s conscience was 

Cut too early from the womb

Who was cut, with that half

Of themselves

Who can never pay back what they owe.