2011 - Day 220

A handstand
On my feet,
So sad it is
To be incomplete.
When I was built
They didn't care,
They put my parts
Darn near everywhere.
My head towards the bottom
My knees towards the top,
When I start running
It's quite hard to stop.
Sometimes I sit
And wonder why
They put my butt
Next to my eye.
*Sigh*