Are My Glasses Scratched?

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    Are My Glasses Scratched?
    My hair’s wigged out, I’m overweight, I do not have a job.
    I burp a lot and bite my nails, I feel that I’m a slob.
    But he loves me, I don’t know why…someone open his eyes
    So he will truly see how I am, that I am not a prize.
    I nag a lot, I must confess, I know every one of his faults.
    When I say to jump really high…he does somersaults.
    Tell me for what reason does he love me…am I blind to a truth?
    I’ve changed so much from the very day when I was just a youth.
    Silly man of God, I love you so! I no longer want to see…
    Then I should only feel with my heart – to love you for eternity.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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