| Perhaps Your Love Got Lost In The Mail |
SirBoggy
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Dear Mr. President, | 1 |
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Apparently, | 2 |
I would assume, | 3 |
by God’s decree, | 4 |
you were afforded the | 5 |
jurisdiction and authority | 6 |
to judge the one | 7 |
who gave me birth – Betty. | 8 |
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Notice I did not say, “mother.” | 9 |
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You told her | 10 |
venomously | 11 |
with a flaming sword | 12 |
in hand that | 13 |
I was a child | 14 |
not a choice. | 15 |
Thank God for investing the power | 16 |
in you to secure my position on earth. | 17 |
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However, Mr. President | 18 |
of God’s domain, | 19 |
trumpeter of the morality horn, | 20 |
I’m writing you because I | 21 |
believe there might have been | 22 |
a slip-up in the mail. | 23 |
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You see | 24 |
since the day | 25 |
I became a life | 26 |
“chosen” | 27 |
to roam the earth | 28 |
Betty has explained | 29 |
to me that I , | 30 |
like she, do not have a choice | 31 |
or the pleasure of | 32 |
a childhood filled with | 33 |
mirth and the freedom to explore | 34 |
the fruits of reality | 35 |
pro-lifers seem to enjoy. | 36 |
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Betty made it clear that fun was not a choice, | 37 |
our demographic was not a choice, | 38 |
the abuse I suffered from being a mistake was certainly not a choice | 39 |
that college was not a choice, | 40 |
a better life was not a choice, | 41 |
or rather, exchange “choice” for “option.” | 42 |
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So again, | 43 |
I’m writing to tell you | 44 |
I think there’s been a problem | 45 |
with the mail because ever since | 46 |
you gave me life | 47 |
I received no compensation for being-born | 48 |
or all the birthday cards | 49 |
you must’ve sent me – celebrating my birth, | 50 |
which I counted on | 51 |
because no one in my family | 52 |
wanted to send me a card | 53 |
because no one in my family | 54 |
wanted to celebrate | 55 |
the physical manifestation | 56 |
of Betty promiscuous mistake; | 57 |
however, I assume you would | 58 |
as it was from a moral platform | 59 |
you argued murder | 60 |
or “abortion” rather, | 61 |
should be outlawed by the state. | 62 |
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Yet, in all my years | 63 |
not one card did I receive | 64 |
not one hug did you warp around me | 65 |
to make me feel loved and safe… | 66 |
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…no money was sent | 67 |
to compensate for me | 68 |
– Betty’s promiscuous mistake – | 69 |
to help me help myself | 70 |
so that I, like the privileged, | 71 |
and planned would not end up | 72 |
a child left behind – but nothing. | 73 |
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Mr. President, | 74 |
preserver of Jesus’ words | 75 |
isn’t it ironic | 76 |
how you abandoned me | 77 |
like my real father-figure did? | 78 |
Oh well, | 79 |
I suppose I should not judge you | 80 |
like I am judged for being | 81 |
lower-class and poor; | 82 |
you were just trying to uphold | 83 |
the power God invested in you | 84 |
to be the leader of the morally justified free world. | 85 |
I mean, | 86 |
you were only doing | 87 |
what Jesus would’ve done, | 88 |
which made me always wonder | 89 |
is taking away the free-choice to abort, | 90 |
forgetting the child after it’s born | 91 |
and judging it for “not trying” to | 92 |
transcend its socio-economic class | 93 |
the Christian thing to do? | 94 |
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P.S. Don’t worry, my lord, George the Second, | 95 |
I blame the lowly governmental branch known as the U.S. Postal service, | 96 |
not you. Nor do I mean to imply that shit rolls up-hill. | 97 |
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