My inner self, my soul was misbehaving, <br />not being body friendly, wanting to escape and go. <br />It didn't like the daily grind, the commute to work, <br />felt rebellious and used, was discontent and bored. <br /> <br />It was, in fact, a very disobedient, unworthy soul, <br />a fractious, most ungrateful, mutinous soul, <br />a nasty, moody, inconsiderate monster of a soul <br />that wasn't worth cajoling, or placating, <br />that wasn't worth humoring or coaxing <br />or buttering up or sweet talking, to. <br /> <br />No, I didn't want to save my soul <br />so I stopped a passing devil <br />and craftily, most cannily sold it to him, <br />not wishing to save the little bastard at all.<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-unworthy-soul/
