I was born with a plastic spork in my mouth, and
A vague disease
Designed for my south
I was born with a parking lot in my head, and
A painful penchant for
Breaking bread, and
Everyone said
"This One is marked for sparks in dark that will not start a fire
This One is bleeding bricks, but blood loss will not make them tired"
(I will not die, no
Death will become Me
I cannot lie, for the Truth
It Enfolds Me)