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I am a genius
I must profess
I have a Doctorate in bundling
And one in making my life a mess.

Everything I turn my hand to
My efforts soon turn to dust
I'm a knight in armour
But covered in dents and rust.

I once had a date
But turned up three hours late
Nearly got married once
Until her mother locked the church gate
Went on a cruise once but the boat sank
And I got the blame
For hammering a picture nail
In my cabin in the cabin ranks.

I was the only one in school to get rickets
And ringworm on my head
And had to sleep in the garden shed
They took me from school to have a brain scan
And the Doctor said I was ok
There was  nothing there
Well I took him lithely
And have worried ever since I swear.

I was never picked for the football team
Just in case something went wrong
And I couldn't join the school choir
Because people held their hands to their ears
And ran away whenever I burst into song.

Always got the blame for everything at home
Even if it was someone else but me
I was brainwashed into thinking I was useless
And now sadly I agree
It's not that I don't try
But I'm never lucky you see
I'm an albatross around peoples knecks
A Jonna and all washed up at sea.
I'm probably the most unlucky man
The world has ever seen
But doesn't that then make me a success?
If you know what I mean?.


Peter Dome.Copyright.2015.June.

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