When and Why
I am faulty in all my ways
Made of the worst kind of stuff
I am broken and built to spill
And all my edges rough
I am torn and ragged
My warrenty expired
I have jagged edges
I am bent and tired
I have chips of paint
Long ago forgotton
My hinges creak and groan
And my foundation rotten
I am not fixable
Not that you would try
But when you look at me
Perhaps ask when and why
Copyright © Jesse Andrews | Year Posted 2010
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