Blase

Blasé Totally proud of my achievement, Completely understood by my friend, Monumental progress made in no time, When our ears to each other did bend; Notwithstanding the usage time, long, Of that moderate body, muscles spasming, Irrespective of the disbelieving carers, And complacent friends who liked tuning. Ignoring my parents full throttle, blank, He was faithful to my trust and love of him, To my honesty and descriptions I’d given, When at school I’d gone in to talk to him; I’d got what I’d hoped for all my life, A male OT to supervise and encourage, My effort to make my dream come true - And my success gave me pride, dockage.   It was indeed one of the best days of my life, Of my passioned journey, time and career, Because my quiet, contented knowing, Became reality, proving that sanity was here; I instantly became socially mobile, job, I instantly knew i fitted in with the masses, Who could dress themselves everyday, Without a carer or spasmodic catches.