the wrong materials

i'm made of the wrong materials 
for the structure i'm supposed to be: 
i'm weathered down from years of rain 
and sun and dirt and entropy 

i'm meant to be a barrier, 
and yet, somehow, a welcome sight -- 
i'm built of stuff that's what-i-was, 
that's making what i am 

not quite

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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