Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions, an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since 2008 .

Monday, 6 May 2013

I was born blessed

by the absence of a father,
and am even more blessed now
not to have a wife or progeny.
But, like every other animal, I was cursed
with the bleak 'miracle of life'.
(which can justifiably be viewed as
an anti-miracle from which to flee)
and my poor mother
doubly cursed by giving birth to me.

2 comments:

Karl said...

Excellent. Says it all!

Marcus said...

Don't be so hard on yourself.
Your mother gave us Dissidence.
Always a good read.