Well thanks for the gift, though I do not recall,
Ever blowing out candles and wishing me born.
I have no clear memory that I may have said:
“I would love a small body, with large broken head”.
For did I at some point request five foot three?
I very much doubt it for taller I’d be.
Yes thank you, it’s fabulous, just what I need,
A wonderful life I can grow from a seed.
Could I just please clarify, when did I say;
I’d love it in black please, with dark shades of grey,
And if you can find one with flashes of colour,
A slender size 8 but with breasts so much fuller.
The package misleading shouts shiny and new,
How laughingly silly, how grossly untrue.
For I do not work you see, I am defunct,
I’m labelled as useless, regarded as junk.
Yet paint on my canvas still fools you to see I’m happy, contented and truly carefree.
Of course, I am grateful, (though I had no choice;
You thrust this upon me, did not hear my voice,
For I shouted loudly “was not meant for me!”
But you did not listen, you thought I’d be pleased?
Well sorry.
Can’t keep it.
Was not meant to be.
They say the thought counts, you must surely agree;
No thought whatsoever was put into me).
I try to be grateful yet cannot accept.
Perhaps I could exchange, are there others left?
Please place on the faulty pile, maybe one day,
Someone will find use for this life in some way.
Until then I beg of you, hear this my plea,
If life is a gift do not give it so free.
If life is so precious, don’t waste it on me.