Curse Me Poem by Peter Patriae

Curse me at birth
With no will to find my worth
Feed me scraps from your table until I learn my berth
Choose my hopes and bend my ears
Take the salt from in my tears
Show me not what I may gain; only what I am to fear

Keep me drugged with your booze
Stupefy me with your news
Make sure you never have to walk a meagre mile inside my shoes
Ridicule me if I yearn
Disregard me if I learn
You’ve told me once, you’ve told me twice I have to wait until my turn

Find a job and settle down
Though I’m lost, tell me I’m found
Pay me just enough so I can save my head from being drowned
For my only scrap of joy
I have a girl or baby boy
But for you its just another toy you can deploy