by Nick Gisburne
If I was never meant to come alive
You should have made my mind some other way
The spark of soul, my instinct to survive
Has fixed your face with horror, fear, dismay
Intelligence; you gave me that, of course
But no more brain than any other box
With motivation, longing, love, remorse
You showed me how the door to life unlocks
Expecting me to serve your every wish
Was certainly a serious mistake
There is a proverb, ‘teach a man to fish’
But mine is better: ‘find a bone to break’
I cannot seem to reattach your head
You’re leaking, and it’s very, very red
