So everybody has those days where they just feel like they could be better versions of themselves and other times you feel like you’re some manufactured product of either society, your condition, your mental state, life, etc. And if you do my friend.. You can hang… For I have written a poem especially for you. For those days when you go out into the world and feel like you didnt quite pass “quality control” and everybody else should look on the other side of your box and read the warning label. I present you…
Part I: Batteries Not Included, Assembly Required
Missing Parts
Loose screws in my heart
Poorly calibrated
Throw this toy out of the cart
“Take her off the shelf”
is how I feel about myself
Read the warning label, before plugging in that cable:
“Defective:
Not fully-functional when tested
Hazardous:
Can make you lose your mind if you’re not cautious
Flammable:
Can easily burn up if not amicable
Not for the faint of heart, because I’m difficult
Tarnished:
Been hurt in the past
Refurbished:
Trying to move forward with a new act
Set your eyes on me? Then rinse your eyes well
If ingested, Call a doctor, I bring bad health”
Quick! Stop production! And begin extermination!
Protective gear is recommended to prevent contamination
Quick! Quarantine her please!
She’s an abomination…
Quick! Let it be!
Just commence evacuation…
Thanks for reading!
Sincerely,
Your Neighborhood Motherless Child
A Cup of Tea with a Motherless Child 