Eight pound kid

He came to the world on a Monday night
Eight pound kid doctors laughed
Put him back his mother wished
He grew up hoping for something to happen right

He  spend his days in the grandma's kitchen
Watching his brother perking the chicken
He was their golden child,Apple from the tree and
The eight pound kid was the curse of Adam

When he cried no one wiped his tears
When he smiled no one asked him why?
He slept with the rats
Played with the lizards

 Watching the sunset
Listening to the birds
 Playing with his shadows
Talking to himself
He learned the art of living a life

Sunday monday saturday
Days ran by without his permission
He stood their right at the corner
Waiting for the eighth wonder

He wanted to pray but god didnt know him
He wanted to run but he was in chains
Earth or hell he wasnt sure where he lived
He never took a rope to find it by himself....








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