Self-Reflection
I look around
this life astounds
transformational
in many ways.
I sing a song
with the words all wrong
my poor hearing
is the reason why.
I must confess
to my love of breasts
those of the winged
and of my bride.
Upon reflection
I've faced rejection
but not because
I didn't try.
Sometimes I ponder
my mind does wander
exactly what
are the reasons why.
Did I mention
the implied intention
was to assess
just who am I?
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