You gave me no fangs.
You gave me no wings.
You gave me no claws.
Just a bag full of flaws,
And leftover things.
You favored my brothers;
You favored the others,
Left me only these brains
To fend off the beasts
And fend off the rains.
Cainly, I search and destroy
All my brothers and sisters alike.
With an efficient surgical strike;
Pop them to bits like a bustable toy.
I chew off my paw,
But see if I care.
It’s the Law, the Law,
Though my cupboard grows bare.
I foul my teeny, self-built cage,
But I don’t know & I don’t care.
I’m all in, in a self-imposed rage,
And nowise will dare to learn to share.
Unbalanced and crazed, my genius so stable
I comfort myself with a reckless fable:
That Father will Save me, Save me at last
If I destroy it all in a nuclear blast.
You seem so bewildered and oh, so amazed,
That I’m so unfit; so roundly unstable,
Yet, I’m the one whom you ceaselessly hazed
Then pushed away me from the well-stocked table.
Mother, you made me; you made me this way.
Stay and play for the final slay.
I’m loonery toonery sure as I’m shootin’!
Lunatic Fringe? You’re damned well tootin’!
So here I go with my terminal act.
Self-destructive and as fat as a fact.
We could’ve had earth as an Eden instead
But I guess I’d rather be greedy — and dead.
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