Faulty Goods
If this were to be
The Real Life:
This moving, breathing being,
Which seems to be,
The Real Me;
Then would I think
As now I do:
“They must have given My Life
To someone else.
It isn’t here”?
Whom do I sue?
“Under the Trade Descriptions Act
This Life
Has proved unsuitable for its purpose.”
Margaret Wilde © 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
FAULTY GOODS - Poem by Margaret Wilde
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