I Was Taught

--I was taught to be this way;
to stick and prick,
to want and need
a glorious surprise--
to lurk, to pry,
to sleep, not cry--
I'm not a weeping soul-- 

My teachers 
taught me well--
depend no more,
to lose my soul
in human form
comes with
the lessons taught.
A man can weave,
can teach a loss--

with frozen toes
and withered hands,
I see the human need.
With bended knees
and pyramid palms
I was taught to deceive.  

The End

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