Let he without sin cast the first stone!

I'm about one of the most
f 'd up humans on the face of this earth.
I've been this way since
the day of my birth.
I've always known,
that I was almost gone.
But I use no drugs,
nor alcohol bottle hugs.
Everyday I pray,
will until the final day.

I packed my bags one time,
only to unpack in this world of slime.
The day I unpacked my bag,
I tried to clean out my rag.
The rag wouldn't completely clean,
I was still too crazy and mean.
I continued toward correction,
but I gave up on perfection.

So goes my dilemma,
since then I've been in trauma.
I realized I had to survive imperfecto,
and do my best at correcto.
Many years have went by,
still I've been fighting too defy.

I loaf too much,
but never lose touch.
I'll work eight hours,
but anymore soul sours.
I play a whole lot,
this keeps me on the spot.

I'll write 2000 poems,
but no books charms.
A few more books wrote,
might help float my boat.
Right now I'm thinking,
my boat is sinking.

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