Sometimes I write deep, artsy stuff and sometimes a little ditty like this comes out.
I’ve come to you today
To return this set of arms
If you can I’d like a pair
Less susceptible to harms
I know it’s rather odd
To return such trusted friends
But they’ve been malfunctioning
And won’t work toward my ends
Although I must say—well,
As I think about it now,
These friends did teach me much
About pain and hope and—ow!
Really, how could I keep them?
Two more please, straight away
Still—without these two,
Would I be who I am today?
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