Life Story

"Who wrote dese legs?" Said Milligan in Puckoon * As he surveyed his nether limbs with distaste and dismay While Jessica Rabbit gave the protest of every 'toon' ** "I'm not really bad. It's just that I was drawn this way" I share Milligan's discontent with legs and other appendages As I guess do others, save those narcissistically vain We seek to have some correction and make 'amendages' Or at least find some creator whom we can blame So God, while receiving His due credit when we pray May be on the receiving end of much lamentation "Oh why did you give me such faults? why make me this way? If only you'd done better job in my creation" Then since it's not our fault, but the way we were drawn It's not fair! Therefore those better sketched must make reparation Thus comes about entitlement; enforced welfare is born Correcting errors? Or just causing more enervation But in life's dramas do we not each play some role Maybe having some choice of the part and in writing the script With a character choosing a purpose, determining a goal As we stumble through props and scenery and trap-doors tripped Regardless of who was the author of our book Whether our lives are our own or in hands of the fates to make hay The role we have whether hero saint or crook Determines right now the game that we have to play Looking to the future if given that I have a voice In my next life if not made from mud or other dregs And I have the good fortune to make some personal choice I will write myself a better pair of legs