I stole this picture from someone else on Blogspot -- sue me!
Muted mutant
I feel muted
Mutilated and mutated
Ablated and outdated
Miscreated
With a fatal flaw
Checkmated
With an iron will and glass jaw
Living life above and below the law
Who thought of such a thing as a me? That I’d be any more useful than a tree? A blank piece of paper to be written upon And this is my song Far away, in a distant land I make peace with my demons I make them understand We’re not so different you know The singer sings and the sower sows
“Ahh-ahh ahh-ahhhh-----you got me!” I said Quoting every gunfighter who’s ever been gut shot dead
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