Father <br />told me to win <br />So <br />I had to <br />(naturally) <br />For <br />Honour <br />There were <br />13 <br />contestants <br />including me <br />(I was the 13th) <br />but I still managed <br />to win <br />(naturally) <br />As I stepped up <br />to receive <br />my prize <br />The judges never said a word <br />about <br />my <br />bloody hands <br />(andtheysaythat13isanunluckynumber)<br /><br />Perfection Is Flawed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/false-honour/
