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Sabotage Sally
Light strokes of a brush
Moves delicately along a canvas
Colours of a variety lay softly
In its splendor
I smile a wicked smile
In awe of my wonderful creation
I plan to mount it on a wall
For all to see
But somehow I find myself
Grabbing a nearby pen
Criss cross
Zig zag, up and down it goes
I bite down on my tongue
A ferocity gleams in my eye
I catch my breath
To look down at my proud mess
It's the stuff I'm made up of
It's what I was born to do
How am I to show off
The wonders that come from me
When I end up ruining it?
When I always end up ruining me
© JKeMac
