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I did not
want
nor ask to be
a
pretzel

Quite
the
contrary

Donut
was
my
goal

Sweet
well shaped
comforting

Had no desire
to
be
tangled

Just
wanted
to
be
tender
non threatening
and
beguiling

Someone
insisted
it
could
be
worse

“You could be arsenic!”
he
shouted

It did
make
me
think
a
bit

But
I
hate
being
twisted

I
despise
pretzel
logic

And
when
I
go
stale
when I am betrayed
it
is
such a weight
to
bear

Arsenic
has
a
purpose

A
pretzel
is
not
a well rounded
person
thing
or place

Pretz-
hell

A long came a noodle
looking
for
a bowl
of pasta

Whistled
on
his way

Never
once
have
I whistled
nor
could
I

This
forlorn
twisted
fate!

A pretzel

A god damn pretzel!

Almost everything else
in the entire world
sighs in relief

“Thank you
pretzel”
they all giggle,
“we
all
feel
so much
better
about
ourselves!”

Alas
I now realize
a pretzel
is just
like
Jesus