And...And - Poem by Patti Masterman
And you broke your leg, so I became your nurse
And you broke the bank, so I stole a hearse
When you broke your hand, I became a muse
Concoct a plan; I become a ruse
You become Buddhist, I become monk
I become a sylph, when you become a hunk
You start painting; I start composing
You become ill; I start decomposing-
Why not the self, I was meant to be?
Had to cover all your bases, only with me.
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