Don't fix me,
I've been broke to/o/o/oo long.
I couldn't exist,
fixed and all put together.
I've gotten use to being broken,
but I'm not choking.

I've learned to relax,
in this broken state.
A little too relaxed,
if you ask my wife,
if you ask me.
but no ones asking!

I'm telling!
God never made a perfect human.
I accept my assignment,
make the changes I can,
at times wash my hands.
I'd be the first to admit,
I need fixing.

but don't fix me,
or my writing.
My writing is also broke,
I'm a broke writer!
hehehe
Or am I just a man with a pen?
Either way,
it don't mess up my day.

G