Looking down through my window, at the beautiful people shuffling like charmed regals.
My chair can get closer from the side,
but the view isn't as accessible.
If I could only get well, I can do those things.
I could eat nails, be a badass from my immunity to sufferings.
Is it because I am bad or would do bad things?
I'd like to think I am disabled for a purpose.
I hope that it is in lightening God's burden,
sharing his cross, that is heavy.
I see more people now, wandering the streets.
No one talks to them, they pretend they don't see.
I know the routine.
There is a vulnerability in this world that is unfair.
The unborn, even less able with their handicap
than me, to have a voice.
One day, the world will see the truth.
It will set them free.
The last will be first and the first will be last.
When we all get our permanent incorruptible bodies. There's no need for wheelchairs in heaven,
no need to avoid like the plague,
because there won't be any.
Just things the way they ought to be.
On a particular subject let's cut the pallava.
When volcanos erupt you must expect lava.
Don't stand in its way Nature's laws to defy
unless, of course, it's your intention to die.
Let me add without seeming too cynical
Avoid taking a leap from a mighty high pinnacle
in the vain hope of nature's protection
by making of you a total exception.
I avoid like the plague all striving in politics;
Republicans, Democrats and similar fiddlesticks.
No orders I will take from Senate or President.
By now this fact to all should be evident.
If you yourselves courted the horrors that came,
I regret to inform that 'm not to blame.
Some matters are subject to laws;
some others happen at random.
'De gustibus' a Latin tag goes,
non est disputandum.'
(Good time there's never to waste
on arguing long about taste).
So I relish radishes merrily;
I savour long sticks of celery.
The fruits of the earth are all wonders
except for slimy cucumbers
which I avoid like the plague in daylight,
which invade my dreams every night.
I fell in love with a Swede
whom I sincerely intended to wed,
When she told me she loved cucumbers,
I shuddered all over and fled.
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