The Spoiled One Scorned
by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)
Hamstrung.
No fun...
except when first begun.
Cottled; then, stroked
provoked
Joy
in abundance.
Taught how to adorn my body;
to maneuver
when I smile.
Cause the many
to cross the miles.
Now
I choke
when called upon
to perform
Tedious
responsibilities
towards others;
not excluding family.
So worn out and torn by these duties.
To show sincere love and concern?
It burns.
Though, I do love, yet, hate
the ones who hamstrung me
from first born.
What's to become of me:
The Spoiled One scorned?
No fun...
except when first begun.
Cottled; then, stroked
provoked
Joy
in abundance.
Taught how to adorn my body;
to maneuver
when I smile.
Cause the many
to cross the miles.
Now
I choke
when called upon
to perform
Tedious
responsibilities
towards others;
not excluding family.
So worn out and torn by these duties.
To show sincere love and concern?
It burns.
Though, I do love, yet, hate
the ones who hamstrung me
from first born.
What's to become of me:
The Spoiled One scorned?
What does it all mean?http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/1102004252?q=lovers+of+self&p=par
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