8/1

I'm the phantom limb society can't seem to shake off,
the dog that ate a fat kid's birthday cake and got kicked, but will never see it as a loss,
I'm the persistent zit on a nose that's impossible to conceal,
the scab that gets picked at over and over, but never seems to heal,
I'm the mosquitos that bite you the one summer night you go outside,
and the horse that bucks the little kids off, every time they ride.

I'm doomed.

You're doomed.

We're all doomed.