Rules of a Runt

 Destiny of a cursed “Runt”


Why did I stray?

I misbehaved,

Suddenly I feel beyond ashamed.

Stringent to my body

Rigorous hobby

Impudent thoughts huddle, like a cluttered lobby.


The life of a runt,

My value has shrunk,

Is there a need to debunk?

Abandoned desires,

They didn't transpire, 

It's well-nigh impossible to acquire.




How could I simply dismiss?


My outlying dreams, 


And quencher of thirst,


Gleaned from the worst..


Surely unrehearsed…


My birthright is this ugly curse.



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