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Rated: E · Poetry · Cultural · #2070659
Why wasn't he more?
Why couldn't Wayne be special?

He wondered in his attic one day.

The heat drove his eyelids down,

As he whiles away the day.

Why wasn't he a sandwich,

That everybody loved.

A treat that made mouths water,

As for it they dove.

Why wasn't he a hero,

With a balance between fists and talk?

He would abolish strife and heartbreak,

With a logic at which no one would balk.

Why couldn't he win a contest,

Play the pipe better than the best?

Instead of being chubby and fat,

Sitting and listening to the wheezing of his chest.

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