Refurbished Organs

 Dear keeper of human organs,

when you sold my parts off

to whatever entity made me

you forgot to tell them that

the parts were stolen

and refurbished multiple times.

If you,

had an accountant,

then my brain wouldn’t bleed negativity.

My bones wouldn’t crack toxicity.

And my heart,

It wouldn’t crave simplicity.

A simple performance check

would have done wonders to your image.

A poke;

A prod;

anything at all to tell my buyer

what he was wasting time on.

Forever broken,

with a non-refundable policy.