It Must Be A Duck....A Poem by DearSweetAgonyI wallow in the s**t with the pigs and wake up with E. coli. I don't think that I'm a pig....I try to tell myself that. ( what am I?) Perhaps, I am a being with no true calling, shape or form.
If I looks like a duck....
Like the trees I bend to the will of the wind... Like the clouds I morph according to the suns mood... Like a star I slowly fade into the light of the sun and keep my light off so the sun will seem brighter....Until my light dies out. (What is my purpose?)
If it waddles like a duck....
I was sentenced to a torture chamber, where my sanity was murdered. I was forced to stare into a mirror and look into my eyes. I hated what I saw, but now I can live with it....every day. (Who am I?)
If it acts like a duck....
I live by commands, I stay in the line, I keep my head down.. I can't get dirty, I'm wideyed, I follow the leader... I am pretentious, I am a preformer, I am lost... (Is this how it ends?)
If it sounds like a duck....
I get tired of the guessing, I usually give up by the end of the day. I get tired of the trying too, trying to be something to be someone. But I am no one, I am nothing... Nothing but a poser.... Nothing but a creature.... Nothing but a follower.... Nothing but a red stain on the pavement....
It must be a duck....
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