The Thing

I wish I had a body
A little more complete,
For mine is made of shoddy
From head unto the feet.

It serves me when admonished,
But serves me very ill.
I really am astonished
To find it serving still.

But yet perhaps I've vented
My anger quite astray;
For I shall be contented
To throw the thing away.
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