Born screaming small into this world- <br />Living I am. <br />Occupational therapy twixt birth and death- <br />What was I before? <br />What will I be next? <br />What am I now? <br />Cruel answer carried in the jesting mind <br />of a careless God <br />I will not bend and grovel <br />When I die. If He says my sins are myriad <br />I will ask why He made me so imperfect <br />And he will say 'My chisels were blunt' <br />I will say 'Then why did you make so <br />many of me'.<br /><br />Spike Milligan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/me/
