My Worst Failure
Failure is what I am called
Since the time I can recall
Born on the 7th
Which is generally a jinx
I grew up being called a minx
My mother died when I was two
And people said with it I had something to do
I became an object to tease
It took my inner peace
Wherever I went I would cause hindrance
So I started believing in my unluckiness
I grew up to be a freak
And people would call it a family streak
I could never complete my studies
Like the rest of my street buddies
The street urchin became my love
But she thought of me as a pet dove
`Marry me’ I said one day to her
And she called me a failure
And here I am standing today
About to bid everyone good day
For today is the day of my execution
Maybe this would complete the calculation
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