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Subj: after-work poem

finally back from sick leave and have a little juice left in me. subject might be a bit misleading this isnt my poem, but one i heard recently. author wrote it when he was 12 lol. but i still think its worth writing down.

People say I have my mother’s face
But only half my mother’s body
I lie down, half baked with no name
My shoes on my bed
I’m a ruddy duckling
Raised around white swans
Empty myself and place in the sink
Ready to be cleaned
Ready for the flood
Maybe the only way is to try again
Try all over again
Time for soccer practice.

To be frank the ending could use some work. but i think there’s something special here.

You're so embarrassing.

but don't you feel better?