My Call

I am a burden to the herd No smile, no light, no taste, no love I'm a downcast you've never heard. I am called from heav'ns above. They want my life back. How absurd. I have talent, check the junkyard I have skill, check the men's restroom. I have a face you would punch hard I am small ashes sweeped with a broom. I am the mud from the barnyard. Maybe it's not meant to be As Darwin says, the frail and the ill Have no place but be squashed like the flea. This is who I am. I can't chill. Goodbye. Now I must count to three.