There was a sad�whino�named Craaig:
His self-pity had started to beg.
���� "Why me?" he would chant.
��� �"Their fault!" he did rant.
But they're slippery -- that sperm and that egg.
This was me. I wrote this to remind myself, in a humourous way, that self-pity is a waste of time and mental energy. We have all got to play the cards we're dealt in life.
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