Hey Retardation
(what does soup mean to you?)
World without a spine
looking through nonchalant eyes,
glad I’m here, my final fling
to discard this broken body.
Children laugh to them I’m strange
no adult to treat me my age,
glad I’m here, my final fling
to discard this broken brain.
© Harry J Horsman 2010
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