Frederick Kesner · Apr 1, 2010
I never get it right

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I never get it right
I wonder why that is
each thing that is asked of me
turns to chaotic stew.

I think it's because...
but what I think don't matter
you always made me feel
defective, deficient, & deformed.

I wanted nothing more
than to make things right;
each entrée, main, and dessert
dulcet, delectable, & delicious.

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