the Legend of Met (Sin 9)
"Blasted! This ought not be! So unequal what's seen, Those darn better than me, Those with more gifts and means. "You tease me and cast me Into random camel drool. Why create me to be Second best or mere fool? "I think in being made, I should be made the best, But you make a club a spade. Put down low--you call blessed. "I am bugged without end. My son claims rains will fall. He tells me: 'Prepare, bend Over to work on holds, stalls.' "I know more; he knows nil. Rains fall not; never have. He... Sign in to see full entry.