Seems like I had just cleaned
the smudges of red ink from my forehead
when the rubberstamp returned.
“FAILED” the viscous ink proclaimed.
“But, I was careful! This is absolutely what I didn’t want!”
“Now, wait a minute! That’s not fair!”
“But, if you look…”
Scrambling to wipe my forehead clean
as the ink ran into my eyes, I cried,
“But, look what I can do.”
Rendered with so much force, I could hardly protest.
“But, I tried.”