I am at a deficit
The world declines
I am defective
Constantly crossing the line
My purpose is underwhelming
The pain exceeds my joy
Something confounds me
As to what I have to offer, to employ
What rather would you have me do?
Skillfully avoid all my dues
Or overpay the limited amount
To run it over in case I lose
Should I fail, will you qualify
for a charity project or a mission for inclusivity
Will that be my allowance
For outplaying all my abilities?
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Author:
coracaodacripta (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I just wanted to write something. It's been a little while, and writer's block has all I can muster squeezing my insides with no catalyst to work out.
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