When your life consists in relearning
to walk, talk, eat, shit, fuck
breathe and fall
on average
every seven years, You
could be forgiven
for weakness and lapse,
attributed to old age, really
just inattention to detail, imbalance
uncorrected, resignation to
inferior coping thriving
defense modes, "Not
my fault!" "Best I
could ever do!"
, but it won't matter
if you are forgiven.
You'll still catch blame at every
step.
Really just.
Fair. Right. For if
you can't own your
faults, you have no claim
on your virtues, or oh okay
go claim away. You win
not much.
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